the smell of the mango and lilikoi in my cup, so specific, just punched me in the chest a little, a recognition of how utterly, unequivocally HERE i am. my skin still smells like salt, even after the shower, and it’s this immense feeling of being entirely drenched in here, like the salt has finally found its way into the bone. there's no space left for anything else, not even a whisper of what was, only this full-body hum that says THIS is the one.