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Have you ever caught a scent that triggered a memory?

I just had one. Let me take a moment to back up and set up the scene.

I wasn’t here. I was a long way, away.

I was at his house, it felt like home as I had no home. Not at that time, he knew me in a place where I didn’t even know myself. He was kind, loving and I was lucky. So lucky.

I believe that everything happens for a reason whether it be good or bad. I still remember that night we met like it was yesterday. It was dare I say it, fate. We talked a lot, he told me about his life, and I told him about mine. We were so different, I don’t think we could have possibly been more different, but for that short moment in time, we worked.

We did so much in a very short space of time. It flew by so quickly and now, as I look back I hold on to those memories as if they are real things. They teach me, guide me and show me how precious individual moments can be. I’ve always loved how a photograph can capture a moment before it’s gone forever. I won’t ever get those times back, I know that. But with my photos of that amazing summer, I’ll have a part of it with me, forever.

I’ll never forget that last night, it was cold. I’ve never been so cold – inside and out. I found out that night that the hardest part of saying goodbye is letting go. Not only physically letting go, although that was a feat in itself but mentally letting go and realising that it was the end of something wonderful. I didn’t say goodbye, I couldn’t bring myself to. My final words were “cya” Remember?

Back to the memory, it was something so simple.

Just this new shower gel my brother uses. It was the same one I got with you from Tesco’s.

As I smelt it, I shut my eyes for a brief moment I was back with you.

- Cya