i wonder how i would react if i ever smelled your scent again.
i know that’s weird, but for a while all i wanted to smell was you. those 3 months i went without smelling you? pure torture.
but then on that first day that i had been waiting so long for, when i hugged you to be met with stiff arms and an indifferent expression, you didn’t smell the same.
you got taller too.
and i wonder, if i ever smelled the scent again that i would smell when i used to sit on your lap, or when we would share a chair, or when i told you i loved you, what i would do.
would i cry? would i freeze? would i tell you to back the fuck away from me, you’re too goddamn close, i don’t love you anymore, you never loved me?
probably some combination of all three.
don’t come near me ever again, please. i don’t want to smell it again.












