This orange was intense...grapefruit sized! Walking back to my locker, I took a deep breath in of the rind...
Never had I smelled anything so SWEET!
For the rest of the day this orange was spent either stuffed obnoxiously in one of my pockets or kept close within reaching distance. I swear the fragrance of the whole orchard was carried in this one orange. Dior's jA Dore, Givenchy's PI or any synthetic fragrance for that matter had nothing on mother natures product. I had no idea fruit could be so fresh and honest! "This grew from the dirt! That's just insane!"
Have I just been out of touch? or too jaded with trivial matters? Was I pmsing and had one of those increased senses thing happening?! I didn't know. I just knew I was going ape shit over a fucking orange. It was moronic spending so much time analyzing and obsessing about that seductive citrus smell.
This was more than a year ago. It was at that moment (amongst a series of others in the past year) I realized I wasn't sleepwalking through life anymore.
On the way home from work that day, I sat the orange in the passenger seat to have it on sniffing stand by.

Love it!!! Happy Singleversary cuzzie, I'm glad you can smell the oranges now :)
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