I know her. I know her name. I know what she looks like.
Despite that, her perfume was an AW to me.
Didn’t have to see her anymore. Just from the path of her perfume, I was able to recognize her.
Her perfume was unique with a fragrance that smells like jasmine.
A fragrance that was powerful, leading nature to come closer to our noses.
A fragrance that can delude a person.
A fragrance that everything she touches, becomes a memory to the other person.
A fragrance that embraces her realm with untouchable footprints.
Untouchable footprints that made me say:” May her trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing and unique fragrance. May her beauty rise into and above one’s imagination, leading to the unforgettable memories.”