My first boyfriend always smelled like incense and vanilla, because I would give him backrubs using vanilla lotion, it was his favorite fragrance, and I loved looking at all of his freckles, anyway. Whenever we cuddled and watched shows together, it was just a sea of blankets and freckles. I didn't go to his funeral because I was so angry. But I was so angry because he robbed the world of all those freckles, and much more, instead of getting help. This time of year when the breeze is warm and the smell of incense rises in my room, I can't help but think of all those freckles. I miss them and I miss him.