Your scent is on my pillow. I love it.

Come hither lover!!

Two weeks ago I met a girl. We both know how this story goes: she liked me. I liked her. She was fun. We kissed , we talked and then… I got bored- I stopped calling her. I didn’t reply her texts . Eventually, she gave up. I had literally forgotten about her.

No, buddy. Not this time.

Two weeks ago I met a girl. She makes lots of typos, she thinks ‘KK’ is the same as ‘OK’. She’s not as fun as I would have hoped she’d be. She’s doesn’t have the complexion my older self had dreamed of. She barely understands French and her chess knowledge is just one level above pitiful.

Two weeks ago I met a girl. We spent the afternoon together today. Neither time nor space mattered.  In fact, I would have preferred space became  infinitesimal- I’d memorize her heartbeat better. She was exhausted so, she laid on my bed while I wrote.

Two weeks ago I met a girl. It’s 3 a.m. and I’m about to go to bed. My face hurts from smiling. I don’t know how long this will last and frankly, I don’t care. This moment is eternal. The quiet of the night soothes my loneliness and every whiff broadens my grin. I can’t help it.

I love the scent on my pillow.

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15 comments

  1. Hahahahaha…ahhahahahaha…LMFAO…I can’t wait till you get dumped! Then I am going to have an even better story to read…this one is pretty good though, but bro the sad ones ROCK!!! So for how long should I wait for that melancholic piece? 2 more weeks? Nah…2 more days I guess…Ha!

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  2. Truly creative. But her scent shouldn’t just stay on ur pillow. It’ll fade. She should stay in ur heart n be safe there.
    U should make a follow up story of how she doesn’t even exist.. Lol

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    1. Hahahaha. She does exist…and you are correct-her place is my heart. However, I am not good at this…still learning the ropes of a relationship.

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