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Scent of you
<p>I imagined how you smell, so I bought a perfume that felt like it whispered your name.</p><p>And I read somewhere that if you spray someone’s scent on your pillow before you sleep, you dream about them.</p><p>They didn’t lie.</p><p>Because the things you’ve done to me in my dreams?</p><p>Let’s just say… my mind clearly knows something my body hasn’t experienced yet.</p><p>I feel your presence everywhere , and it’s maddening...</p><p>It wraps around me like the softest fabric brushing the back of my neck, that kind of touch that sends a slow heat down your spine.</p><p>And the funny thing is, I don’t even know you that well yet…</p><p>But somehow you linger in my space like you belong there.</p><p>There’s something about how you carry yourself.</p><p>The calm confidence.</p><p>The way you text, like you’re not even trying, yet you still manage to draw me in. </p><p>Even your emojis feel intentional, like they’re saying a little more than the words alone.</p><p>I feel your grace and your energy in real time, and it makes me want to lean in closer.</p><p>You’re like a soothing melody, the kind that slips under the skin and refuses to leave.</p><p>I imagine you in a crowded room, your presence filling the air so effortlessly that people turn without knowing why.</p><p>I know I would.</p><p>Actually, I know I will.</p><p>Because if you feel this captivating through a screen, I can only imagine the effect you’d have standing a breath away from me.</p><p>Your essence feels like a gentle whisper in the wind, calming, teasing, almost daring me to come closer.</p><p>And it shows up in the smallest ways:</p><p>with every texture that grazes my skin,</p><p>with every warm smile from a stranger,</p><p>with every hug I give, every hand I hold, every soft moment I fall into…</p><p>I’m reminded of you — or at least the version of you my heart and imagination have woven together.</p><p>And if I’m being honest?</p><p>I feel your warmth even when you’re miles away.</p><p>It’s like my body is already familiar with a touch it hasn’t tasted yet.</p><p>In quiet moments, in loud ones, in the spaces between my thoughts… I catch myself reaching for you.</p><p>You’re my comfort</p><p>A guiding light, a quiet temptation, a presence I’m growing addicted to.</p><p>And whether it makes sense or not, it’s the way I feel about you.</p>
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