I’ll never forget my one boyfriend my sophomore year who smelled like the perfect mixture of incense, cigarettes, mint, and woods. He also kind of smelled like I could picture him holding flowers in his hands too (behind his back) I don’t know how I picked that up just from smelling him after not seeing him for days at a time.

We would write each other letters a lot; one time we kissed on my roof and I was so caught in the moment I said no when he asked if I wanted to “take this inside” now I realize how young I was. I really was convinced at the time I was as far away from naive as I could be ‘for my age’ but I was so generically naive.

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