I have been wondering since the day you have been having my soul that how would you smell like? Petrichor? I love that smell; or baby powder? Or cotton candy? Or rain drenched forest? Or coffee beans ? Or honey breeze? I imagined it every precious thing of my life until I got to know how you smell.

Until I got you a little closer to me. Sitting on that coffee shop, opposite of the direction. Not really looking at each other, but making eyes contacts like forever.

Silence;
The best way we used to talk to make heart flutter, to make ourselves poems, to recite us like poetry, to sing in the wordless air was our love.

But you broke that when I suddenly spilled some hot coffee on my hand, being flinched you almost ran towards me holding my hand. Asking me if I am alright with your honey coated voice making my heart beat faster than usual. Trying to heal the burning sensation; but little did you know you already set flames on every inch of my skin when you put your hands on mine, when your skin touched mine;
When the apocalypse happened.

I got to know,
Then I got to know;
You smell like love.

-yours,
Smell of love ~