I was standing by the register when a gentlemen walked into the gift shop. My heart stopped. It was nothing he said or did; it was the scent on his clothes. I recognized it instantly. I know you were never fond of cologne so you were not consistent in the brand you used but I do remember when we’d do laundry, your clothes had this strong aroma. Perhaps from the dryer sheets? I’m not sure what it was but it always seemed to stay on you. It was like your signature. It was a familiar aroma-one that for years was my comfort. I could never forget it and now that it was walking right past me, I couldn’t help but breathe deeper and try to capture more of it. My mood shifted as a million memories played through my head. My darling, how time has gotten the best of us & leave it to the universe to send down some rain. You loved rainy days. They were your favorite and they’d become mine too. Days where we’d stay in, drink hot chocolate, make love, and pretend we were the only two people in the world who had a clue. I remember we’d do laundry and run that heater til the glass fogged up. You’d take my hand and trace both our names onto the window in your bedroom. You’d draw a heart around them & we’d watch as our names would slowly disappear. I am tempted to say that love is fickle.. that love is fleeting…and that it disappears. The moment I sensed that familiar aroma, as much as I wanted to hold onto it, I knew it wouldn’t last. As the gentlemen made his purchase, I smiled. I wished him a beautiful day and as I watched the rain come down heavier, and heavier I realized that after everything, the love you give is the love you keep. It passes through us and shows up in all sorts of ways. It’s in the way I smile, in the way I cry, in the way that I laugh. It’s taught me so much and even though you aren’t here in the way you once were – that love is still… alive.
Thank you for that,