These days, I can smell Renan everywhere I go.
Sometimes, as I wake up in the morning, I breathe that smell that brings to mind his kisses on my temple. Other times, as I walk around downtown, I smell that odor that reminds me of his presence. This evening, the smell of oil and gas, as I was walking by a garage, triggered some more memories.
The memories triggered are so vivid yet so hard to get a good grip of...
I think I miss him.