After spending most of Sunday unconscious, Monday reared its ugly head in the form of a sore throat (most probably caused by getting rained on last Friday).
I always associated the smell of rain with your clean scent.
Most people I know hate it, but it’s the scent that I most associate with you.
It sounds apt, your name and the scent I adore starting with the same letter.
The scent I adored.
It’s another reminder that you’re not there.