Caret Pieces & Honey Dew

It has been a while, dearest.

She smells like linen and honey dew and you can't help but fall in love with the way she digs her toes into the faded orange carpet pieces

Her eyes set your mind ablaze and that smile creates some memory of the two of you standing on top of the beaten stone of a water fountain, and you recalled that you made fun of her stilettos because you didn't think they were fit for proper walking. And this recollection of thought begins to grow robust within you and your insides start to feel funny so a weed sprouts from your heart and it begins to grow outwardly because you miss her and all you want to do is snip it like paper and rid yourself of the memory

But she smelled like linen and honey dew and you couldn't help but fall in love with the way she dug her toes into the faded orange carpet pieces.