She smells of… well, many things
She smells of bright red and pink roses freshly picked from the garden
She smells of warm summer days with bright blue skies
She smells of pure happiness that makes my heart race with pure adrenaline
She smells of everything wonderful and beautiful cherished into one soul
She smells of love
Of…
Of grief
She smells of years suffering in solitude
She smells of dried wet tears imprinted into rosy pink cheeks
She smells of fake smiles and crumbling facades
She smells of tearing wounds being reopened countless times by the same hands
Yet through it all, she smells of her
Of home
Of a girl I hope to hold
Hope to love