"A perfume?" I asked with curiosity and a hint of anger. "Heart is like a bottle of perfume. If you ever open it, nobody knows the fragrance inside of it. If you always keep it open, it will lose it's fragrance. That's why, love, I gave you a perfume." he sweet talked me while smirking. "That's sweet, but did you gave me this perfume for that sh*tty line or do you f*cking think I'm a hobo and stink?" I sneered in anger and stomped away.All Rights Reserved