Analysis of anda

sometimes it’s the vanilla fragrance I always associate with you
or the smell of fresh flowers  
most times it’s the lonely nights with no one else to talk to
those are the moments I miss you the most
even though it’s been weeks since we’ve spoke
I hope you know I still think of you
I miss your pink hair
that soft beautiful smile
I miss early morning conversations
I’m trying to be sober but I guess you’ve become my newest addiction
and just last night I was kissing a girl I only knew for five hours
for a moment my mind drifted off to you
I know you're never coming back
but I always hope for your presence instead of you becoming yet another flashback