the smell of vanillia reminds me of her. i am not sure why such a girl would choose that sent. She was so tall, so strong and she always smelled like fresh cookies. Her hands were large and her fingers were long and fine boned, like an artist. capable hands. How i longed to have those hands on my flesh. trainling fingers across my back, up my throat. cupping my chin and tilting my face to hers. hair carelessly tugged into a pony tail. i miss her sometimes. often actually.