Dear B,

Dear B,

This morning, I was putting on lotion, and the smell of lavender & vanilla reminded me of when I saw you in July. I couldn't help but smile. Our few visits were the only time I was happy there for a few months.

Thank you for that.

Looove[always],
Kimmie.

P.S. Sometimes, I wonder if you think about us--whatever "we" were--and smile.