Your smell bled into the duvet. I smothered my face into it, breathing you in and almost tasting your presence. It seemed as though the scent lingered for hours though I'm sure it must have faded long ago. I can still feel it on my bedsheets and on my skin though. It's warm, bittersweet and it's all the air I wish I was able to breathe for the rest of my days on this planet. I feel scared knowing the only way that smell will ever return is in my memories, the rare ones that absolutely no one knows. The information that you never see the sense in revealing yet you hold them close to your chest like you're protecting a newborn from the world. I want to protect the memory of you and I couldn't bear to lose your smell. I told Stuart about you, and me, and us, and your smell, and our dance, and how you are everything and suddenly this entry becomes desperate and terrified to lose you I'm going to breathe you in for as long as the goddammned cotton will allow, for as long as it holds the moments we shared and I swear nothing will ever smell sweeter, no air will ever be as pure as the air I inhale from the space where your head used to lie and I will wonder just how the hell you stole my inhibitions. I'm soaring, I'm flying and you, my friend, are always with me. Your smell never leaves and the air will never be the same again. Who knew breathing could be so good...