I was riding the last bus home tonight when a wave of sense memory hit me, triggered by the scent of some stranger. The stranger smelled of soap... a specific soap that Mike used to smell of. I guess it might just have been the soap the Westin provided, but it didn't really matter. My relationship with Mike is scented with that soap. It almost hurt to remember that scent and all the memories associated with it, but it felt so sweet too. I felt it like a physical thing, the closeness of him, the excitement of seeing him again at the airport, the feeling of dancing with him and being pressed close to him... It's been five years -- I didn't expect it to feel like this, to feel so strong.
