She’s gone

Dam it! She is gone and the whole city is constantly reminding me of her.

Whenever I hear the clacking of heels I turn around. But whatever I see is no comparison to her because she used to wear these expensive high heels from Louboutin. Still, for every pair of heels I am staring at she for sure owns a pair that looks similar. And then I almost faint if the legs belonging to those heels wear these Ripped Paint Splattered Jeans from Abercrombie&Fitch that she likes so much.

Not looking down at those high heels does not help either. In almost all the faces that I look I see her sunglasses looking at me. Sunglasses like the ones that I had bought her in spring. You know these Gucci ones that hide almost have of the face.

And then you have these Louis Viutton bags everywhere. I always have to think about how she once made fun of that young girl carrying a LV bag but would not know how to spell Louis Viutton.

But there is nothing worse than a girl next to me in a train wearing Chanel No. 5. I claim the torments of Tantalus are peanuts compared to this! The scent is so familiar that I am tempted to lean over to her hug and kiss her but I can’t.

Dam it! She is gone and the whole city is constantly reminding me of her.

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