I was walking today and I got a whiff of your perfume. It wasn’t you, of course. You live 1628 km away. Yes, I measured once. With Google Maps. It was just your perfume, it wasn’t your aroma. It didn’t have the subtle hints of your essence, your personality. The mix of who you are and that perfume that you always wear is what I can’t resist.
I sort of closed my eyes and remembered what it was like being next to you. I got transported back to being in your bed, wearing your tshirt and trying to get back to sleep after you kissed me before going to work. I got lost in the moment, lost in your aroma, lost in who we are when we’re together.
I bumped into a tree.