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what is so amazing about our sensory system is that we can automatically link a certain smell with a certain place, feeling, or, most commonly, person. when you smell a smell that you haven't experienced in quite some time, it is almost magical. i swear to you, for the past month, every so often (at least twice a week), the delicate mixture of old spice, man shampoo, and hint of smokinesshave lingered about. on most occasions, it's been stewart. on another, it was elliot (his was a bit different; cleaner, i think)
it made me think of him. and i hated that. but his smell is infectious and makes me think of what could've been, you know?
yeah, melodrama. whatever.
but i hated smelling him and missing him all at once. i have a new life and new outlook. new chapter. i didn't need these senses getting in the way.
it's painful, really. once you think about it.
jeez
it made me think of him. and i hated that. but his smell is infectious and makes me think of what could've been, you know?
yeah, melodrama. whatever.
but i hated smelling him and missing him all at once. i have a new life and new outlook. new chapter. i didn't need these senses getting in the way.
it's painful, really. once you think about it.
jeez