Once upon a time

I was sitting in a bus yesterday, on my way to town, and a man came in. I wouldn't even have noticed him, if it wasn't his smell. Maybe it was his perfume, maybe his natural essence, maybe all together, but when I sensed this smell, I had a strong flashback of memories, hitting me hard there and then, like it all came back for a moment - me, a seventeen year old dummie completely foolish about a boy, a twenty four year old man, who was lying to me, cheating on me, and cheating with me, but I still will never forget him, never forget his smell and how much I loved sinking into it when he was holding me in his hands, I would breathe heavily so that the smell would stay in me forever. I was crazy. And Boom, here I am, after three years, more mature, more sane, more self-respectful, breathing in deeply, trying to catch every little drop of that scent in the air, hungry for it, like nothing ever changed at all. Missing those fleshy, juicy lips that used to kiss me and didn't miss a centimeter of my skin, that tongue, that body, those memories. Not even mad at him for all the bad things he did no more.