“I have started to miss that aroma, on her skin it enchanted the sences and stoked fires of desires in a mere wiff, that vastness of her sillage started to dissipate upon the pillow she used, the one she laid upon next to me every night, but not for a few nights now. I ache for it, desperately trying to breath deeply into the pillow to try to catch even a glimer of her scent. That’s the thing with moments in memory’s that conjugate around the entirety of senses complied upon with emotions. Afterall isn’t an enjoyable experience worth remembering, even so enhanced with the sights, the sounds, and scrumptious smells? “Affairs of Hart” by Ryan L. Rinehart

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