I smelled her perfume. It was intense. It lasted for only a second and it disappeared in the smells of the world that lay around me. I didn't see her face, feel her touch, I could only smell that perfume. The scent is one that I have smelled before and since, but the feels it now conjures are distinctly of her.
Why am I missing her so much? Is it really her I'm missing or is it that feeling, the feeling when your in bed with that person and they are curled up with their head on your chest and you are both falling asleep.
I realized today in my writing that my characters should never get the girl, never get the date. Like in dreams, when you are writing everyone you create is part of you and your past, so is this a sign I shouldn't try to get the girl anymore, that love will come when it is meant to come to me.
This rambling is getting pathetic.
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