Smell-
He smelt like coffee beans, freshly ground and roasted coffee beans and it was one of her most favourite smells in the world. A bittersweet smell that was pure bliss.
Every morning he made her a cup of Blue Hawaiian, a little umbrella resting in the mug, occasionally leaving her a note of some sort written on the paper of the umbrella. It was a wonderful way to wake up and greet the day. She was lucky to have him as her boyfriend, even if he did crazy things from time to time.
She smelt like roses, roses and strawberries, from her favourite shampoo. He had never really liked strawberries when he'd been little, not even the smell of them and roses had been something sissies liked.
Now, once a month a vase of simple roses would appear in the small apartment and he would simply smell them, thinking of her and how she curled up next to him at night, her hair always smelling of roses and strawberries, two of his favourite smells in the whole wide world and it was that that made him realize how lucky he was to have her as his girlfriend, even if she did do crazy things from time to time.
