Dear Nobody,
I smelled your cologne today.
I felt my stomach drop and nervous jitters run through my body.
I was in the middle of a movie theater, next to my friend , frantically searching for you in a sea of barely-there faces.
It only took my a moment or two to come to my senses: He isn't here. He's thousands of miles away. It's just a scent. You're okay.
It's been over a year but I can't seem to forget about you like I want. I thought my year of detox was enough to finally break your spell? Silly me, I suppose.
I don't know why I kept sniffing the air. Maybe because I secretly still love the way you smelled. Maybe I felt like torturing myself.
Maybe I'm still as hopeless as I was fifteen months ago.
Rose.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Nobody
Teen FictionDear Nobody, You played with my heart and now I must recover. But how do I do that if I can't change? Probably always yours, Rose
