Eternity Calvin Klein 1988 Eau de Parfum
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To You, My 14-Year-Old Self
You are, but you cannot be... Not yet. Rebellious, angry, unbalanced, seeking love without holding on to loyalty. A word that will be meant for later. Curious and overwhelmed... One day you will arrive, give everything a name, and your path will be a more straightforward experience than you can imagine now.
And that is you too, you beautiful eternity... You are loud, filling the space - not always in a positive way - chaotic, polarizing, and doing what you like. Consideration is a foreign word.
Of course, we had to meet. On a late summer evening, at our little market. On the stairs, do you remember? I found you magical, I wanted you. And I got you. And from that moment on, I loved you. You were my companion in danced-through nights, there on school-skipping days just as you were on the others, when I promised to do better again. I could lie, just like you. Just like you, when one thinks you are gone.
How confused I was.
I stroke my 14-year-old self on the head, wipe away her tears, and tell her that everything will be alright. Everything in its own time.
And so you were a beginning, from which I have grown. You still stand in my bathroom. The last bottle I bought at 28, deciding that it was time to say goodbye to you. You are not gone, you are the experience of my life.
But now I have moved past my pains and uncertainties from back then, even over you.
Do you see? Everything in its own time.
And that is you too, you beautiful eternity... You are loud, filling the space - not always in a positive way - chaotic, polarizing, and doing what you like. Consideration is a foreign word.
Of course, we had to meet. On a late summer evening, at our little market. On the stairs, do you remember? I found you magical, I wanted you. And I got you. And from that moment on, I loved you. You were my companion in danced-through nights, there on school-skipping days just as you were on the others, when I promised to do better again. I could lie, just like you. Just like you, when one thinks you are gone.
How confused I was.
I stroke my 14-year-old self on the head, wipe away her tears, and tell her that everything will be alright. Everything in its own time.
And so you were a beginning, from which I have grown. You still stand in my bathroom. The last bottle I bought at 28, deciding that it was time to say goodbye to you. You are not gone, you are the experience of my life.
But now I have moved past my pains and uncertainties from back then, even over you.
Do you see? Everything in its own time.
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Today I'm also wearing Eternity, but for me, it's an adult scent. I only discovered it in my late twenties. It was a comforting fragrance when my grandparents passed away six months apart...