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November 12, 2009, 10:01am
October 19, 2009, 10:26am
There was a man standing next to me at the post office today who smelled exactly like my first boyfriend. It left me heady for a second, the scent. Not because I miss the guy - the relationship was the most emotionally abusive I’ve ever been in - but because of the fact that that specific cologne, a faintly chemical sort of spritzer, was so intrinsically tied to his memory.
And through his memory, of course, came the others. It’s hard for me to think about a man I’ve loved without thinking too of all the rest: the boyfriends, the unrequited crushes, the flings. They’re taped together in my heart, a sort of nostalgic scrapbook of the people who’ve made me who I am today.
And so I sat and went through them one by one, remembering their good sides, purposely ignoring their bad. It was a nice exercise, a sort of detox of the heart.
I smiled at that man in the post office. He smiled back. And when I left, it was with the pieces of a story in my head, one of a girl and a boy who fell in love through the scents of their past…
June 03, 2009, 11:01am
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June 01, 2009, 11:00am