Perfumes EVERYWHERE. Just the one scent I can smell. HIS scent. It was manly and powerful. Just one scent and he can turn me into a drooling mess.

it all started that spring. Obviously, the leaves started growing and the temperature started dropping. Just a little. He was perfect. And when I mean perfect, I mean it through my eyes. Like what my friends always told me, "If he is perfect in your eyes, and you are perfect in his, it is meant to be." I never believe them. When he passed by me just like that, I scented loneliness, depressed, pain and fear. He must've been sad...

If only I can make a cologne. Maybe called...

The Scent Of Love...