The other week I was at the bookstore (my favorite place to hang out), and I kept following this guy. I didn't really know why I was following him. I just kept ending up in the same aisle with him and looking at the same sections. It just felt really nice to be standing near him. It just gave me that warm, comforted feeling.

And then I realized why I was doing it.

He was wearing the same cologne that my dad wore when he was alive. (He died a few years ago.) Funny how our primal sense of smell can influence our actions so strongly.

As soon as I realized what was happening, I started crying. I had to go hide in the corner of the travel section for about ten minutes, so I wouldn't disturb everyone with my sniffles. (Nobody's ever in the travel section of the bookstore for some reason. I guess all the travelers are out there traveling instead of reading about traveling.)

Then I realized that my dad liked to look at travel magazines, so then I immediately had to get out of the travel section to avoid making myself cry even more.

I quickly headed for the children's book section. That's the section that always cheers me up. But then I started looking a Dr. Seuss books that my dad read to me when I was a kid, and felt even worse.

So I gave up, paid for my art book, and left.

I miss my dad.

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