I just want to bury my face in the back of your neck. And immerse myself in hair and scent.

Smelling the familiar aroma of something special on a sweatshirt. Or pillowcase.

One of the greatest things that can remind me of being with someone.

When I go to sleep and put my head on my pillow. And somehow my nose lines up just right to where your head was the previous night… I feel it all over again.

It’s like a high of the most nostalgic variety. A great reminder of a time that will still linger but slowly fade away.

I don’t know when it will happen again. I’m sure it will. Which is kind of why I like it so much. I try to hold onto that scent so long before it fades away. And then I’m back to square one.

I can’t forget to forget you when I pull my shirt down over my head and catch your scent before the bottom of my shirt reaches my torso.

I can’t forget to forget you when I have my hoodie up and turn my head to the right or left and smell you inside the hood.

But eventually the aroma of you dissipates, just like the memory that was made with you.

Until I make another one.