Just His Cologne
I never saw his face. I only breathed him in.
He passed me once—on a crowded platform, just long enough for the scent of his cologne to reach me. It wasn’t just a smell. It was a memory I’d never lived, a heartbeat I’d never heard. And in that one breath, I fell.
Now I chase a ghost made of fragrance and fantasy.
Friends call it obsession. I call it fate.
He doesn’t know I exist. But I’m about to change that.
A story about the chemistry we can’t explain, the strangers who leave a mark, and the magic of falling for someone who may not even be real.