I love how certain smells bring back the sweetest memories. I was driving with the windows down today and smelled the intoxicating aroma of honeysuckle and hawthorne. It reminds me of Summertime, of nights spent kissing under a blanket of stars in the hot humid air. I have spent many nights under those stars, staring up at the moon sipping on a ice cold coke. Some of my most magical memories happened out under those stars. I have always been fascinated with astronomy, had books about constellations and a telescope. In Hollister there is a lookout that I have spent many nights at, sitting out on the ledge hand in hand with my Michael, watching the sparkling lights from the city.
Hawthorne also reminds me of moms house on the lake. Cool breezes bringing that sweet scent right to the door, greeting me every time I would leave the house, and now greeting me at each visit. I have kissed my hubby at that doorstep countless times, before we were married, and that scent under those stars is magical.
The summer of 1998, or the summer you didn't love me as I refer to it to Michael, we had broken up. We had just graduated and were feeling things out. We were still dating, but also dating other people. It was the worst summer. I spent many nights crying under those same stars, alone. The smell of Hawthorne not so sweet alone. Finally at the end of the summer I had enough. I went to the dock Michael was working at and told him, I am tired of this, I'm done. If he couldn't only date me, and be with me, if he didn't know after all summer if we were going to be together I was out. So I told him all of this and said goodbye to him and started to cry as I walked the long walk down the ramp. Suddenly, like out of a movie, I could hear footsteps running behind me and Michael calling my name. I turned around and he kissed me and since that very magical moment we have been together exclusively. That was 12 years ago.
We went to the fair that week and spent another night under those stars, the night air smelling of honeysuckle and Hawthorne.
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