I could smell his scent…

the heavens opened above us as we kissed, rain drops flattening our hair to our heads like glue and seeping in through my t-shirt causing it to stick to me in odd patches like damp cotton wool. Not that I noticed at the time – I was too caught up in that moment and that kiss to notice much of anything. All I could hear was my own internal voice giddily repeating the words: “I love you” over and over again inside my head. All I could smell was the scent of his shampoo mixing with the March rain. There was nothing else….

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