I'm laying in my bed, trying to fall asleep. The window is open, letting in the air from outside.
I'm getting cold. I decide to put on my sweater.
That probably wasn't a good idea. It still smells like you.
I can smell the cologne your wore the last night I saw you.
You came to my house, to say goodbye. I remember that you put on my hoodie, because your knew I found it adorable when you did. You slept over at my house, letting your smell seep into the fabric of the sweater. When you left in the morning, I inhaled your scent.
You smelled so good. Like spices and vanilla and the ocean and cinnamon and lemongrass and warmth and comfort and happiness and memories of the past.
I haven't touched that particular hoodie, since the day you left. I knew I would break down.
Now I've spent so much time thinking about you. It's already 4 am.
But I can't stop the tears streaming down my face. I can picture your smile the last time you said you loved me. The way your eyes would light up the whole room. The way your hair was always so soft underneath my fingers. And the way you smelled.
As I wear this sweater, I can hear the rain falling down outside.
I suppose it's watering the daisies, growing on your gravestone.
Hey world :) Yes I know this is kind of sad, but I really loved writing it. And yes, I did write in in the early hours of the morning, or late hours of the night, depending on your perception. Anyways, I'm currently listening to Truce, by tøp, and that song makes me feel so fucking nostalgic help me. Okay, I hope you like this, have a good day, I love you, talk to you soon <3
