I have been infatuated with your smell and sweet perfume for 2 years,

2 years have I been burying my nose in you like I am planting a new flower.

A flower in which I feel I know so well, because I am the one who gave it the chance to continue growing. 

I was unaware that this flower would grow to the point that it would develop its own smell.

A smell I was entrapped by, and that was different then yours.

I hated it at first. 

Soon, the smell followed me everywhere. 

I continued to run and push the smell out of my nose as if I was covering up something dirty. 

And then.. I loved the smell so much, when it was gone, I searched for it everywhere.

I found it, which meant I found you again. 

Within finding you, I found myself..