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.
This made my heart soar. What a beautiful image. Home, I have one of those scents too.
it’s the best smell ever!