the scent of you

Today I stepped into the elevator to the apartment and there you were, lingering in the air.

The sweet scent of your perfume filled my nostrils, and all at once a thousand pictures of you filled my mind. I closed my eyes and breathed in slowly, taking in every little bit of you and remembering every moment we shared together.

The elevator came to a halt and I stepped off, turning to watch the doors close. It seemed like an eternity as the doors slided into one another and when it finally closed, I tried to walk away. But images of you were so vivid it was almost like you were here with me.

I turned back and hit the 'down' button.

The doors opened and I stepped in once again. There you were again. I drew in a deep breath of you as a looked into the tiny cubicle hoping that perhaps, for some reason, you were hiding in a corner there. But you were not.

I stepped out into the corridor again and looked around for you. Perhaps you came, found me not at home, and left. Maybe you were still here hiding from me, perhaps to jump out and yell 'surprise'. But you did not.

Did I really smell you in the elevator? Was someone in the building using the same perfume as you do? Or was it a figment of my imagination?

I think I am going slightly mad.