My hand cream has a distinctive smell. What’s worse is that it’s the hand cream I used for the very first time when we went on holiday together. So it reminds me of you.
But the more I use, the more that memory starts to fade. And I don’t know if I’m ready for it yet.
Letting go of you, us and what could have been is hard.
Thursday, 26 August 2010
Smell
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Sleeve Like Stuff
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it s funny how certain smells reminds you of certain phases/eras of your life. it totally does to me. the creams, perfumes. hmm.
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