“ Nothing brings to life again a forgotten memory like a fragrance. ”
And in the end, we were all just humans.. drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.
~ Christopher Poindexter
It was rather beautiful: the way he put her insecurities to sleep. The way he dove into her eyes and starved all the fears and tasted all the dreams she kept coiled beneath her bones.
Not only didI love her,but I could tellthe universe lovedher, too.More than others.She was different.After all; I wouldbe a fool not tonotice the way thesunshine played withher hair.
she lived with hurricane eyes and fell in love with the way the waves collapsed against her cheeks.
