Mint gum and menthol cigarettes. I can still smell it if I close my eyes, feel the gentle caress of your breath against my face. For years I fought with you about quitting. I hated the smell, how it lingered in our bedroom even after a shower and fresh set of clothes.

What I wouldn’t give to have it back.

Ironic, isn’t it? Everything about you that drove me mad before are the very things that haunt me the most. That’s the thing about loss though. It opens up your mind to exactly how lucky you were to have what was gone.

If only I had known before it was too late.