what you remind my senses of,

your smell: the scent of home,
your touch: holding ice for so long that it burns,
your sight: teenagers in the midst of their temporary happiness of youth, oblivious to the pains life can bring,
your taste: rose water after having a mint cigarette, always leaving a cooling sensation,
your sound: listening to cars passing a highway on a rooftop while listening to the 1975.

you will always be connected to my world.