I think I've found happiness once more,
picking up the shards of my heart,
hoping she can hold them together for me.
And for some time, it holds strong. Looks almost like the scars have healed, and everything feels alright.
I am hopeful and eager to begin again.

She's worries about my sleeping habits and eating habits, so I give her my free time, I show her affection. We share a love all our own. So she guards my beating heart that I have given to her.

Then I am taken by surprise as I ring a customer through. She smells amazing, I feel my nerves on edge, heart racing, and I can't even help but tell her she smells so good. And I ask, already knowing... "Are you wearing Viva La Juicy?"

She took the compliment kindly thanked me and left, not realizing that her fragrance could affect a stranger so deeply.
And I'm left baffled at why it still hurts so badly to smell the perfume as it slowly fades. And my heart sinks yet again