As I spray the room with your scent, it attacks the pillows, the couch, the floor, the mirror. And with every spray I am attacked with every memory I have of you. The night we met, the night we laughed, the night I cried and everything we said. The flow of the scent is slowly drifting away, just like these nights I shared with you; and all that's left is this beautiful scent just like these beautiful memories of us.
