Its a well known fact that I hate bananas. A bit of that is about the taste and a bit is about the texture. But most if it has to do with the smell of a banana peel, especially a banana peel 30 minutes after the food inside has been removed. For me, bananas are the olfactory equivalent of nails on a chalkboard. Its lip-curling, nauseating.
Today I've felt like I've been stuck in a hot car with a decaying banana peel. Every so often a memory of my time with him interrupts my precarious focus on working. Memories that only a week ago would fill me with warmth and joy now make my stomach knot and curl. Those memories, one by one, are putrefying.