His perfume remains fresh in my nostrils, that 1 million fragrance that I seem to still smell on his scarf every day I wear it. His voice echoes in the back of my mind, his kisses remain on my skin an...
His perfume remains fresh in my nostrils, that 1 million fragrance that I seem to still smell on his scarf every day I wear it. His voice echoes in the back of my mind, his kisses remain on my skin an...