It came unexpectedly and I couldn’t be happier.
It is not one thing; it is a collection of souvenirs. It is that touch, that smile, that look, that kiss, that lick, that smell that is all over my skin! That fragrance that I sleep with, think about and crave for.
It doesn’t really smell like a cologne brand anymore. It smells like him. Somehow that fragrance isn’t a product anymore; it is associated with him. When I smell it, I smell him.
I’m just thankful for that fragrance.
Image source: http://www.dirtyandthirty.com/wp-content/upload