She smelled of roses and hope. For his dormant soul, life was blown in by gently by her caresses, by her love, by her being with him.He could not believe it to be true, her being with him. Each day with her was a wonder.

Yes, she smelled of home and dreams.

Death came too soon. 

He had wanted to spend more time with her, to love her some more, to see the world with her.

And that is why he never left her.

He still followed her everywhere and loved her some more.

She still smelled of roses and hope, and of home and dreams.

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