Photo taken September 8th. Brendan's pillow covered with his TJ work shirt as the pillow case. Notice the prism rainbow from the morning sun coming through the crystal in my window. I have never washed the shirt. I can still detect the faint scent of him. I wish I could still smell him. I loved the smell of his natural body scent. I have his green cloth wrist bracelet on his Chinese Ancestry Altar. I can still smell the patchouli oil on it.
A Blog About My Love, Brendan Lai-Wing Leung (Jan 18, 1976- Feb 7, 2018).
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