Petrichor is the smell of the ground after a long dry weather. I want to create a self reflection why I love it literally and literary. Petrichor signifies a warning that it could be a drought and I see it in a way in life that it is just like love. Some flourish and some just starts to drown. I wanna express my reflection in a way that maybe somebody can relate. This is not a story moreover it is likely to be a diary of a prosy kid named me.
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update:: this was written about two years ago, the writing is quite bad, I apologize in advance
//trigger warning//
//dans pov//
"do you love me phil ?"
"maybe i do"