It’s been 119 days since we met.
Since I breathed in your scent at the delicious point where your shoulder meets your neck.
Under the crisp collar, a tender spot that lures me everytime we meet to breathe deeply and sigh, and smile.
Home I think.
Home I feel.
This is home, I hear myself saying.
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the barefoot sub
This made my heart soar. What a beautiful image. Home, I have one of those scents too.
eye
it’s the best smell ever!