Love letters to you [1] {the perfume}

 


To you,

    You're always on my mind, whether i like it or not, so i thought that if i'll always be writing, i might as well be writing to you.
    Everything has been reminding me of you and how you said we're so linked to each other. Today we both had to take cirrus pills cuz we both got out allergies. kinda dumb coincidence.
    I didn't like that song you put on today, "Toba, Abdelhalim Hafez" the lyrics made it seem like you're giving up, although I know you aren't, cuz of the other songs like "Ya tara, bahaa sultan", which, btw is an amazing song, one of the few arabic songs that ig are actually nice.
    my mom wore your perfume today, she keeps finding it no matter how much i hide it, it's crazy how that smell takes me right back to you. I've been thinking of dowsing my pillow in your perfume so i go to sleep in your scent but i'd have to do that some other night because i told hamid about the perfume.
    I kept making snippets of songs today, frankly, none of them worth writing but all of them about you.
    I'm hoping you're treating yourself better than when we last met.
Your love, 
Bash 29/10 (2022)

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