Your hoodie

Your Hoodie

There are some parts of your hoodie that still smells like you, but I wouldn't be lying that after a month or so these spots are becoming scarce. The next time I see you we must trade hoodies because I have three of yours. I'll be sure to wash it and sleep with it a couple nights so it smells like me for you. Your hoodies comfort me. Your pheromones are a comforting scent. I lay there and smell them and imagine your there with me, and sends me off to sleep with a kind memory. I pull my blankets tighter around me and hug my teddy tighter and kiss her head. I imagine what you'd say. You'd tell me how cute I am (even though I'm not). You'd kiss me and make me feel warm and fuzzy. I imagine that you've come to surprise me and climb in bed behind me as I'm half asleep. You'd hug me from behind. You'd kiss my shoulder and talk to me in your sweet deeper voice because your trying to be quiet. You tell me that you love me. You tell me that your happy to see me. You wrap your arms around my waist and hold me from behind. You rest your head on my shoulder and I can't help but smile. I can feel your heart beat in your chest and you're warm. I turn around and to face you. That's when it hits me. Your not actually there. Your somewhere else thinking of me too. But at least your thinking of me, at least I'm not alone in the world. And I know I'll see you soon.