For a split second

It still ceases to amaze me how the smell of her perfume brings me back to her, it knocks the breath out of me. Because for a split second I'm in her arms again. It definitely makes it worse after the second is over, but its my guilty pleasure, anything that livid a memory of her I could never stop. In a weird way its more comforting than anything else.


I'm surprised I don't smell it that often, but I guess I'm afraid it will become too familiar and I will lose the incredible memory.