A Forever Type of Love

Sometimes it is not the person we miss, but the memory. Yet, it is so difficult to forget when love lingers like a haunting. It's a perfume permeating everything, quite like a lily while in full bloom, but eventually it wilts to nothing because the one you choose, the one you picked, is meant only to live with their purpose as a muse. So lovely; so destroying. A backlash with no regret as a secret stash in your mind to to go back when you're old and want to relive that time and say, "Yes. Yes, I loved once. I loved so hard my heart holds a scar and I can still smell it. Hand me my lily and I'll tell you my story."