The smell of elderflower, just like summer in the morning, being disguised by a taste of liquor. Kissing boys at bars, and taking them home with you as if they were napkins from the ladies room, just so you don't have to go to sleep in an empty bed. Then you wake up in one anyway. I don't know why all beautiful people become miserable at some point. Maybe beauty is a burden, or maybe perfect looks goes with an imperfect soul.

One night I found you drunk in the arms of a man holding your body, and I took you home and made you a cup of tea. You cried in my arms, and I held you - my god, I held you and for the first time, someone held you just to hold you. It was like a frozen sea inside of you melted, turning a sharp surface of cold ice into soft, salty waves blissfully kissing the sand. My summer finally returned, and so did the smell of elderflower in the morning.

You may be the lonely one
but you're my only one.