Minty and lemony breath and whiff of faint vanilla every time you pass by. The way your index finger unconsciously write some letters on your cheek when you’re in a deep thought. A smirk and the adorable rise of your right brow.
I remember. For the last time.
This post is inspired by a writing challenge, which asks you to write a story with one condition: there should be only–no more and no less than–fifty words. Such limitation, isn’t it? I don’t know if it is of any difference than a twit. Maybe this boundary will suit poem better.