He still remembered the way she smelled, but it had been three months. Most people told him that it was good that they broke up; it would've destroyed them both if they kept dating. But he couldn't understand what they were saying. Three months doesn't give room for a lot of perspective. God, he felt like everything had happened so fast, but at the same time he could pin point each situation and replay in intense emotion. He was gonna marry that girl someday. But here he was, putting on his watch in the mirror, getting ready for the night. He sighed before he put on his blazer. He closed the door in hopes that his memories would stay in the house.