• the smell of spring, and oranges, and fresh baked bread

    by  • March 29, 2014 • * Safe for Work *, Miss You • 0 Comments

    A.,

    You were my first love, my first everything and anything. I try not think about you too much, to do so is a bit painful really, but this morning you crossed my mind. It’s the first nice day of the season, it finally feels like spring. Today, I decided to open up all the windows in the house, turn off the heat and let the fresh spring air flood my house. The smell of spring, the snow melting and ground thawing and the earth waking back up… These things remind me of you, well the smell of the fresh air reminds me of you. A., you were my best friend, I still wish you were. I miss you. I miss the hugs we shared, the kind that take away all of the pain. I miss being comforted by the smell of freshly baked bread and oranges; those nights we spent driving or laying in the fields at the base of the mountain. You brought out the best (and sometimes worst) of me. I just miss you, plain and simple.

    As always, with love plain and simple,
    Zoë

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