the sad perfume

i had realised, with quiet shock, that the reason why i was this besotted with this particular person was his perfume.


it sounds outright ridiculous, i know - attracted to a scent! gods - but truly, that scent he wears heralds his presence, coupled with his low voice i was the doddering fool. and what a fool.

it is a little sad that the spell had broken; it had faded to nothing when i realised just what it was that had me wrapped around his little finger.


some of you may nod and say that i have grown wiser, a little less green. others may simply nod and smile, knowing this, too, will pass. after all, you WERE attracted to some asshole just because he's got a cute ass then.

'that is life,' a certain terence will say, followed by a saucy comment that will undoubtedly make me laugh.




..i say this is a sad story. no beginning, much less an end. it'd been pretty, the startings of that nonexistent beginning.


i'm sorry this enchantment has dissolved, sweet dear. your perfume is still lovely, but i am no longer in thrall.