This year, it came in the form of a bag of expired flavoured bread flour. I don’t want to wash off the residual smell of smoke I’ve got in my hair, it reminds me that things have changed throughout the years- I’ve gotten close but never loved anyone since. Is effortlessness a state of mind that I have to grasp, will better days come with age? Your office smells of wood pine, I can’t remember if our hands touched when you taught me how to pull up the blinds. “Remember, pull it all the way up and then to the right until you hear this click,” I saw the click. You are the reason why I am sad without a cause sometimes.