I feel your smell lingering in the air

You might wonder why I love the smell of jasmine flowers the most of all other flowers. You might wonder why I love jasmine tea the most of all other tea flavors. You might wonder why I love anything, or simply everything, related to jasmine.

The answer is simple. I feel you beside me every time I feel the smell of jasmine. I feel your warmth when I sip a mouthful of hot jasmine tea. I feel your presence when I carry a handful of jasmine flowers in my palm. I feel secured. I feel at peace. I feel at ease. I feel you. I feel happiness.

Our stories, or I should put it 'our memories,' began like this and ended like this, and please don't ask me how our stories began and ended, for you know clearly without my recollections.

What you don't know is my life after you're gone. So, you should know that I feel your smell lingering in the air every time the smell of jasmine passes through the wind to my nose. I then turn around to check if I would, though I know clearly that I will not, see you again. At that moment, the surroundings become deadly silent. The barking dogs turn mute. The pale moon hides herself behind the cloud. The wind suddenly stops blowing. The smell suddenly disappears. Everything, or maybe I imagine it, stands still except me driving under the dim light shone by an almost broken street lamp and tears welling up in my eyes because I fully understand that no one will be waiting for me at home. No one will be comforting me when I rest on the couches in the darkness. No one...