50 Reasons I Love You || l.s. short story

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Your smell

I don't think I'll ever be able to describe it perfectly to anyone. Nor do i think anyone could ever capture it, but you smell like home to me.

It's the same thing I wake up to and it's the same thing I sleep to. Your aroma is a mixture of so much and yet not enough. Wild flowers and a honey drizzle on soft fields of fruit. If I could, i would bottle it up and make it into a candle for only me. No one else in the whole world would be able to have it because it's mine.

Your smell makes me happy. You make me happy.