This morning I sprayed on the perfume I used to wear two years ago and thought of you immediately.
I felt your touch for a moment and remembered what you said to me that night.
I remember how we both looked out hopefully across the water and thought about what the future could look like.
I remember how I pined for information from you but you weren’t ready to share.
We weren’t ready for each other. I don’t know if we ever will be.
I try to figure out and know who will be him.
Who are you?
Where is the man I will wear perfume for for the rest of my life and not have to worry about shunning a scent when things go south.
I think that’s why I don’t wear the perfume anymore. In fact, I know that’s why. I can’t bear to think of you anymore.
But one day I will think of you.
Not “you” per se, but him.
I will think of him and know him.
I will love him. <3