smell the memory......

[ppod]

I peeled back the rine and was ambushed by memory. Mostly of your hands. They always smelt of tangerines, and you always kept one in your back pocket, just in case

Comments

[yogurtgrl3]

I enjoyed this.

[ppod]

thanks

[yogurtgrl3]

I enjoyed this also.. but we all know that this isnt a true story.. especially if ur referring to urself..

[ppod]

i'm glad you enjoyed it. However,
your comment was rather insulting. if you are going to be an ass...you might as well do it to my face, or leave your name.

curiousity

[anonymous]

the reality of your description makes me wonder what i don't know...i know everything...and yet i will never know this part...only tangerine hands will...and i'm wondering what is taking him so long

[anonymous]

Portia-
this is an amazing entry. i loved reading it and i could read it over and over again. It reminds me of summer- of all of our summer loves....and whatever else you would call those moments with certain people.
i hope he smells like tangerines.
-catie