Status: done

Smoke

one

People are best remembered by their smell, that's why I've always avoided those. The one's that give you the lasting effect, those hard to forget. 

Meeting you was fate but screwing up was way beyond my fucking control. You won't know how badly I wanted to keep you. Stupid me to think you're just one of those to add on my list. 

Maybe it was the way you'd rake my hair? No, shit. It was the smoke. You'd smoke a lot and it stick to your clothes. Little did you know, it also stick to me. 

It won't go away.