I thought I'd managed to forget her well, considering how deep I'd fallen for her. I managed to block out what I thought was every memory trigger, through a lot of work in breaking the mental connection
Her perfume was just a flowery smell.
Her hairstyle was just a haircut that didn't suit most women who wore it.
Her pasta sauce was just a dish that needed more garlic.
Her ringtone was just 'Gentle_Waves.wav'.
Her touch, well, I never had to experience that, so that wouldn't matter.
...
One meeting, one grasp of my wrist, and it all came flooding back...
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