As I picked up the fluffy towel and gently patted it to dry my face after a bath, it smelled of sun block and sunshine. It’s weird because it was quite a long time since our last beach together. The towel was already washed numerous times but it exudes the scent of memories evocative of sand under our feet, sun blazing behind our backs and salty water all over our bodies. It quickly took me back to the time you taught me how to swim and you laughed at how enthusiastic I was in the water and started to “practice” even before you said, “go,” and “again.”
*wishful thinking*
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