I remember back then, fall of 2012, he's wearing his cod gray colored bag while we're walking in the streets of Fullerton. He touched my cheeks and pulled me closer to him. I can feel the warmth of his jacket tickling my frozen body.
"I have to admit, when I saw you beside the book shelves, I fell in love with how your eyes blend the color of the books. It's heartwarming and relaxing. I moved near you to smell your scent, and ugh, you smell like watermelons, I want to smell you all day that's why I followed you home. And my mistake, home is where you are already, here, in my heart."
I put a check on the box to include it in my "deleted items". My camera roll is already full.
"The sense of smell triggers a person to fall in love." The television host said.
YOU ARE READING
pastels
RomanceYou've wasted the pastels that built the walls of my heart. You've torn the paper that was supposed to be me.
