the smell of spring 

i remember the first time he kissed me. it was unexpected. i was unprepared. not just for the kiss but for everything about him.

for me to say what developed from there was a conventional relationship would be more than just a stretch. actually for me to say any of my relationships have been conventional would be a stretch but that's another post entirely. (one i wouldn't hold my breath for.) i can't classify our relationship with any certainty, even to this day. if we ever went out on an official date, i missed it. but then we saw way too much of each other for it to be considered a booty call either. it doesn't really matter though, does it? it was what it was.

i remember when it ended. casually. almost as casually as it began. i was leaving again as i tend to do. we were laying on his couch, my head on his chest. i could smell him through the white t-shirt that he wore. a mixture of cologne, soap, and pheromones. clean. intoxicating. like the first days of spring. it saddened me to know i'd never smell that scent again.

i was wrong. it's been years since i've seen him outside my dreams. but sometimes, when i'm alone...driving...on an isle at the super market...i smell him and like what we had, it never lingers quite long enough.  ¶ 10:16 PM 0 comments |