Thursday, 14 December 2017

My Memory Of Her

The smell is what I remember the most.

That usually gets laughs, or disgust noises, people either think I'm joking or that I'm saying she smelt terrible. Neither is true.

Yes, I remember the way she touched me, how I touched her, the sight of her naked body the first time I saw it, the last time.

But her scent, the slight hint of her deodorant, her sweat and her shampoo? I smell that and I break down in tears.

Which is a deliberate choice you understand. If I focused on anything else about her I'd never do anything ever.

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