Everything has a distinct scent. May it be a new book newly purchased from a store whose pages smell like factory ink or the accidental sniff of your crush's newly folded shirt.
Each brings back memories like a song. The day a couple got married to the piece of Johann Pachelbel's Canon in D Major or the sweet nostalgic song of Lifehouse's Blind inside a Ferris wheel ride in some theme park holding hands with the person who dominates most of your world.
Making every little thing have a rosy hue. As if a movie in one person's life goes in slow motion when her soon to be Fiancee kneels suddenly in the middle of the crowd and says "Will you marry me?". Of one cinematic climax of a picture captures how happy you are at the moment that you don't give a damn.
Making you tear up at the memory of every texture. The tough of a newly born baby that your older cousin so dangerously labored in this world. Of the kiss your mother gives you still even though its stolen in the dead of the night just to show how much she loves you and reminds her that someday her baby will be taken away to have his/her own family.
Tasting the tiniest details every grain the moment preserved. A kiss from a friend that assures you she loves you no matter what. The sweet taste of a sudden kiss made as you are about to close the door of a great night ending with the droplets of rain on your heads.
Making your heart stop for a millisecond just to make it beat fast again by one single sound. Feeling as if the highest mountain in the world seem a little smaller than the height of your victory. Knowing there is security in you for you have made the right choice even if its a risk.
That is what love is made of.
Comments (2)
this is nice. I don't know what else to say about it. It's just... so nice.
@JadedJanissary - thank you
glad you appreciate it