Nothing to Something

I barely have a sense of smell. I don’t notice a fart. I don’t notice the aroma of dinner dancing through the kitchen. I can barely smell a candle under my nose. When I do catch a scent, when I notice a smell, it makes it exceptional. The sudden juxtaposition startles me, from having nearly no smell, to having a powerful sensation. A bad smell can have me running for the hills, but a good smell? I cherish the source, yearning to have it, whatever it is. I want to keep it close, to possess what is forbidden to me.