watch.
its funny how a single smell triggers so many images.
i get a whiff from my watch and i see you, shirtless and beautiful, your hair wet from your shower, lying next to me.
your face in the gap between my arm and my body.
my hand in yours.
my hand is yours.
you let out a sigh and move closer, squeezing me tenderly every few minutes.
all i have to do is close my eyes and youre right where i am.
your scent, the lines that form on your nose when your laugh.
your skin.
if i could wish you out of the atmosphere right now, id never let you go.
i miss you.
