my date tonight arrived in style.

he’s sophisticated but not in an arrogant way.

he wants me and he wants to share everything with me.

he’s handsome and he’s loving and loyal and he leaned in to kiss me and he wore a cologne that reeked of my own pitiful past.

he smelled like you.

the olfactory nerve screamed in my mind.

i prayed the night would end.

the terrible nausea.

the horrific power; that one of my senses can create a wave of memory that sends chills down a spine that’s tucked beneath a sexy silk dress.

what a waste of allure.

that smell.

what once used to swoon me now sickens my soul.

p.s. cannot wait to break out my silk dresses out this year.

they are my favorite pieces to wear.

yes, papi.