With her arms around me I suddenly noticed that she gasped for air while her head was resting on my shoulders. It felt like she was afraid that she’d never get the chance to submit in my arms again. Desperately inhaling the scent of my perfume, while being utterly entangled in each other.
Suddenly a déjà vu hit me and I remembered someone once dear to me saying: ‘true loves scent, smells like home’. ‘Equal to your own shadow, it catches up on you even though you try to outrun it’.
Looming in the unexpected.
