senses fail.

I picked up a very familiar scent some days ago.
Something I haven't smelled in about 15 weeks.
That scent is the one I would wake up to on some summer days.
It always made me feel safe.
Like I was home.
Like I had nowhere else to be but in his arms.
His scent made me feel like everything was going to be okay.
In a sense that no matter what would happen, he'd be right beside me, protecting me from the world.
I guess I got so used to him protecting me that when he let go, all I felt was fear.
Imagine 3 months full of nothing but fear.
Fear of nothing in particular.
Fear of everything.
It's crazy how that scent sent all these thoughts to this screen.
I'm tired of thinking of him.
It's exhausting.