Do you remember?
Do you remember when the rumors all started? We were
taking the PSAT's in the theater, before it started I said to
my
friend, "It's cold in here." Then without thinking
you took off
your sweatshirt and gave it to me; I wore it the whole day. I
never told you this but, I was hoping I wouldn't have to take
it
off, ever. It was so comforting, warm, big, and it smelled
like
you. That day, I vowed to myself, to find a way to get it back.
I
want to steal your favorite sweatshirt, the one with your
last
name and football number on it. I want to be able to curl up
in it at night, surrounded by your scent. When I can't be
with
you, I want to have a part of your life, besides the texts
you
send. It's your favorite sweatshirt, and it's my favorite
too.