I know this is odd, but I attach a specific memory to every smell I’ve ever come across, and today, when I smelled “you”, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I felt an almost painful longing, a brief moment of loneliness and, most of all, an overwhelming sense of happiness and fulfillment. I remembered the smell of the shirt you lent me, the smell of your apartment the first time I got to see it, and that moment when I hugged you goodbye.

I miss you way too much for my own good.

And to top it all off, I have three more weeks of whatever “this” is.

Meep.