I have always heard it said that smell is the strongest sense that is tied to our memories. It makes sense why I always avoid that one type of perfume on my shelf when getting ready. But on the days that I do use it, everyone seems to take a step back. Before that smell was tied to you, people would always tell me how nice I smelled. Now, it is like they can smell every encounter that we experienced together that summer. Instead of smelling the perfume, they can smell the tears and see the bruises. They sense the screaming matches and the I love you's. The scent of our love is not confined to a single smell. That smell captures every little bit of who we were. When people smell that perfume on my skin, they sense the heartbreak that goes along with it. Maybe that's why no one wants to get that close to me again. They're scared that what I'm wearing will soon turn into the same perfume that I used with you.