Sometimes he smelled of fire.
[he was warm]
Sometimes he smelled of pine.
[he was kind]
Oftentimes, he smelled a little bit of both.
[he will destroy you]
Dear diary,
Today it got even harder to look at him. I felt as if my soul was on fire, because he wasn't looking at me. He was looking at her.
And it would always be her.
Ponyboy Curtis