A long forgotten yet warm familir scent of roses caught my attention today...
It was the fragrance of potpuri roses...
I never really favoured potpuries nor have I taken much liking into its thick aroma. However this particular scent caught a thought in me, a recall of the past, a forgotten warm smile inside, a feeling I once thought I would savour forever and the reminiscence of many fond memories that I thought would never come to past.
The tingle moment in which I behold the sudden scent appeared to be a stroke of magic. Suddenly, a wave of memories and smiles adorned my heart and I grined to myself in joy.
It was the joy of rememberance. Of something so sweet and precious to me. Something I didn't even know I had forgotten.
"C'était le parfum de votre voiture."
It was the fragrance of potpuri roses...
I never really favoured potpuries nor have I taken much liking into its thick aroma. However this particular scent caught a thought in me, a recall of the past, a forgotten warm smile inside, a feeling I once thought I would savour forever and the reminiscence of many fond memories that I thought would never come to past.
The tingle moment in which I behold the sudden scent appeared to be a stroke of magic. Suddenly, a wave of memories and smiles adorned my heart and I grined to myself in joy.
It was the joy of rememberance. Of something so sweet and precious to me. Something I didn't even know I had forgotten.
"C'était le parfum de votre voiture."
The one that connects the broken chain of memories....
