Love Spell

So as i rode the bus home today, a girl walked past me, and without any conscious thought to it, I closed my eyes and inhaled, savoring the perfume and other fragrances that women and all their products combine to lure us males in. Al Pacino was right, there is something to the scent of a woman, and how it affects us, triggers memories and feelings.
Nadine always wore Love Spell by VS, who by the way is probably my second favorite girl, ever. When I first met her at the Ram, Nadine would always come in the front door, walk past the open kitchen line, headed towards the back and the employee area. No matter where in the kitchen I was, I could always catch that perfume, even just the slightest hint of it in the air, and I got excited. I knew she was there, I knew the girl that I had slowly been talking with, slowly becoming friends with, she had arrived.  And sure enough, after a few minutes, Nadine would come out in uniform, ready to work, and I would be so intoxicated by that perfume. And since it got Nadine so much attention, and so many of the girls there wanted to be like Nadine, cause she was hot, and got so much attention, that quickly everyone started wearing Love Spell. Such a cruel twisted joke, to be in the back of the kitchen, catch that ever so faint whiff of Nadine, only to rush out and find its not her at all. Later, as we started hanging out more, and our lives moved on, Nadine started wearing PINK,  also by my girl Vicky, who made the best of all time push up bra Nadine would wear, and god, it made her look so good. I never got the same mental trigger with the new perfume, but there are other smells forever linked to my love. Almond, and the smell of sugar cookies, cause that's her favorite massage oil. Cocoa, from all the Palmers Cocoa Butter I've working into her skin. The fruity smell from her shampoo, to the smell of a menthol cigarette, it all reminds me of a better time, when she lived with me. I miss that, just the way the whole house smells when a woman lives with you, versus living alone.
Nadine, I love you so much and don't know if I'll ever understand why you left me. Everything reminds me of you, and all the crazy adventures we've been on together. I miss every little thing about you Nadine. The way the house would smell after you shower and get all fixed up. The way you think you stink when you're sick, but never bothered  me. Nadine, I miss it all, I miss you and need you, and all that you are, back in my life.