30/52: Lilac
"And perhaps you wouldn't remember the extraordinary way her cheeks would flush and the way her breath would tremble out of her open lips; but perhaps you'd remember looking into her eyes and remember the way she taught you how extraordinary it was to feel something for someone--and that's when you'll miss the smell of lavender that follows her wherever she goes, the cherry of her lips, her fluttering pulse..."
I need to go out more. Seriously.
m: Nadia Gilbert
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