Chapter 2:
His smell.
Smell is one of the senses that triggers your memories and feelings. It's instinctual. It brings you back to a moment in time. I once freaked out when I smelled a the burnt oil and twisted metal and plastic of a car crash. My brain sent me back to a squirming me realizing I couldn't move my legs in a the smashed remains of my Chevy Malibu. My tears ran hot, my heart pounded and I was terrified all over again.
Smell is a powerful thing.
His smell is the most powerful thing. A combination of his deodorant, clothes detergent and sweet skin it brings me back to life. Every time I'm in his arms with my face buried in his chest my heart is at peace. He left his shirt at my apartment once and I didn't mail it back. Smelling it brought me to his arms. Made me happy. Flooded me with absolute love. Love.
His smell equals love. I've never had anything that makes me more happy or at peace.
I can't wait until I'm wrapped up in that love again. I can't wait until every time I wake up that smell is next to me bringing me back to earth knowing that no matter what happens today, it will be alright. He is there.
its funny i never would have thought anyone could miss my smell.
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