That summer night that will never return
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night
I stroke your head as you sleep on my lap. Carefully, carefully, so as not to wake you. Finally, I remove my hand from stroking you, carefully bring it to my face, and inhale. The scent of your body that suddenly surges in is terribly familiar. A scent so familiar that it neither brings sadness nor joy.
Perhaps each scent holds its own unique memory, just like yours did. So, how many scents and memories will I hold in my future? And how many scents will I long for?
Or perhaps, will the day come when I can once again relive those memories with this scent? Lost thoughts, lost in thought, unnecessarily disturb my mind. Ironically, some scents evoke deep memories.
It's so thick, it's almost impossible to fathom, and it leaves you struggling your whole life without ever being able to escape. Yes. Perhaps I knew. I just ignored it, turning away, absorbing as much of your scent as I could.
The truth I've ignored so far. And yet, at the same time, the truth I couldn't help but know. Perhaps, your true feelings, to which I can neither act nor oppose.
You know, I knew you were going to leave me.