March 17, 2015
I'm looking at your hair while the wind is playing with it. Just your hair, its color, its curls. On days when it gets a little stuffy I just think of your smell, the hint of sweat whenever you pass by, or are sitting next to me. I find myself yearning for your scent on days when people get a little tiring and in-my-face. You're my sunshine and balm and you make my senses clear, I only have to think of you and your smell, and it makes me happy that I've known that scent in this lifetime.