I caught a whiff of your cologne yesterday as a stranger walked quickly past. I had to turn to see if it was you. Of course it was not. Instead I stood there trapped by that smell – the smell of you. I didn’t want to let it go. I knew if I walked on it would not follow, and though I might have looked foolish standing there for so long, I did not care; I did not move. I wanted that scent to be near me again. As I stood there, the memories were impossible to shake – not that I tried. I stood there remembering our first date, our first kiss…I closed my eyes for a moment and could nearly feel you arms wrapped tightly around me, my head on you chest as we lay across your bed on a Sunday afternoon – breathing in that scent. That scent that was starting to fade. I didn’t want to let you go, but you were gone, and all I could smell now was the too sweet perfume of an old lady in red.