It’s so weird.
How a perfume can transport you to a time. To a place. To two years ago. To the summer of 2010.
Two months was all it added up to. Short, sweet, beautiful, chaotic, tumultuous.
I swear I didn’t put it on purpose. I didn’t even know it was your perfume. But just a second after I sprayed it on my left wrist and rubbed it against the right one, I realized I would be wearing your scent all day. “Shit”, I thought. “I hate going back in time”.
It’s just a perfume. A smell. A manufactured piece of product.
And yet one sniff took me back to two years ago when I was kissing your neck.
To the beach. To the mountains.
To my car. To your room.
To the good. To the bad.
To two years ago, when I was kissing your neck.