The First Soul
Some fragrances are worn.
Some are remembered.
Not something that lacks soul. Something… soulful.
Like a memory you hold close— but never speak of.
The firsts stay with us.
The first time you felt chosen.
The first time you felt alone.
Cold December nights…
when even silence felt heavy.
And the moment you stopped waiting…
and became someone you weren’t ready to be.
The First Soul is born from those moments.
Not perfect. Not loud.
Just real.