First love

     Her scent appeared after forty years of missing her. It lingered for a moment and took me back in time when all we knew about love was discovered together. She was my first love and I hers. It was a magical time of my life exploring all the beauty she possessed. I can hear her laugh, feel her soft lips and smell her scent that has escaped me for so long.

     I wondered at that moment if she was here? Had she come to me for a reason? I closed my eyes and let that unique scent take me away to times past when we swore nothing would ever come between us. But death did. I mourned her for many years, but I knew in my heart that the time would come when it was meant to come, and we would once again be together.

     The scent is gone now, and my memories of her will climb back into my mind. I will look at her picture for a while longer tonight, her beautiful smile looking back at me like it has for the past forty years. I softly kiss the glass of the picture frame where countless kisses have gone before, and countless more will follow. Good night my love and thanks for this time spent together.

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