One time I was behind you, whether I was standing in a line, sitting in a class, or standing close at a party is not important. I smelled your hair. It smelled of apples. Not that awful fake apple scent, but the scent of a real apple, or even an apple tree. I’ve missed that scent. I dream of that scent. It haunts me whenever I see a woman with long flowing golden hair, but more so when I see you. You’re beautiful.

August 1, 2012

Anonymous asked: One time I was behind you, whether I was standing in a line, sitting in a class, or standing close at a party is not important. I smelled your hair. It smelled of apples. Not that awful fake apple scent, but the scent of a real apple, or even an apple tree. I've missed that scent. I dream of that scent. It haunts me whenever I see a woman with long flowing golden hair, but more so when I see you. You're beautiful.

Here is a koala eating an apple.

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