Your Scent - it stopped me.

I smelled you this morning.

You know, I have not thought about you like that in a long time. In fact, I had even forgotten what you smelled like.

But this morning, in passing, I smelled you. I was instantly taken back to watching movies on your couch, the photolab, learning to play guitar, listening to Good Charlotte, walking to Woodinville, having a snow fight...I remembered so many good things - that I had forgotten. You know, we did have some good times.

For five years, I dreamt of a possible life with you. We were a wreck, a train wreck. It never would have worked - but I did dream.

You were and still are - different. A quiet rebel. Something to admire.

I had forgotten that in you. Until, this morning.

When I smelled you.

~Stephanie