Your Cologne
By Sharon Bible
Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls.
He wears your cologne now.
I gave to him on our second anniversary.
Ironic, isn't it?
At first I think he was surprised because he knew it didn't cost a fortune, and let's face it, if it doesn't cost a fortune, can it be of true quality?
Yes, it can.
But he was a good sport about it and told me how much he loved it. He gave me some diamond earrings; to match the necklace he had given me for my birthday.
I have yet to wear it, but that's not the point. The point is… well, it cost a fortune.
I had forgotten the way you smelled. I suppose that's not true, because the second someone walked by who was wearing your cologne, I began to look around for you, convinced it was you who walked by. The funny thing is, in all time I knew you, I wasn't even aware you wore cologne. I just thought it was the way you always smelled, perhaps because it suited you so well.
A warm musk, with a hint of smoke and chocolate… Yes… that was it.
Anyway, upon finding that it was cologne I smelled and you were not in fact attending the (boring) fundraising gala I was at, I went in search of your scent. I found it a few days later at a drugstore.
I had fun imaging you at a drugstore buying it. In my mind you were embarrassed to be there and tried to get in and out quickly. Of course, you probably were completely nonchalant about the whole thing, but it was nice to imagine you trying to casually smell the different scents before you found one acceptable.
He asked what was wrong with the cologne he wears now.
I told him that nothing was wrong with his (stifling, heavy) cologne, but this one was my favorite.
He didn't ask why… he never does.
Now tonight, when he holds me close in his arms and I rest my head on his chest, I'll close my eyes and pretends it is you.
And this time when I do it, I'll breathe in deep, and remember when I didn't have to pretend.