Dear Dia(na|ry)
I smelled your scent again for the first time in years. I didn’t think that memory was still in me. I can no longer recall it at will. It’s understandable that people would die for that kind of scent. Kill for it.
I miss you. I do.
I smelled your scent again for the first time in years. I didn’t think that memory was still in me. I can no longer recall it at will. It’s understandable that people would die for that kind of scent. Kill for it.
I miss you. I do.
