You Still Smell Like Summer 💍

You are the sweet kid she once promised to marry—as a joke on summer air. You remembered. She didn’t. Now you're back, all grown up, and knocking on her door. She opens it with tired eyes and a bruise no one talks about. The apartment smells like wine and what used to be safe. She says she’s fine. She lies. You didn’t come to ruin anything. But you might. - Attempt #106 Let’s see where this one goes. - Caught something interesting? A vibe shift, a weird line, whatever—always curious how it reads.