TRY ME Perfume

We had sex before we had a conversation. I stayed over before I was invited. I kept coming back — not for him, but for the word he never said. He ghosted. I waited. He came back. I let him. Not because I loved him. Because I needed him to confirm I was worth loving.

That was my ex. Not the man. The version of me who needed a definition before she could feel anything.

TRY ME is the moment that ended. The moment you stop auditioning and make the invitation instead.

Rum and amber for the heat that never apologized for itself. Soap and soft florals for the skin you finally stopped hiding. Plum and berries for the sweetness that always deserved to be tasted.

No audition. No definition. Just try me.