I woke up early to ensure my hair was done in perfect curls for when I saw you this morning. It's ridiculous how much your opinion matters to me, without your approval it's as if nothing else matters. As I wear your hoodie in math class now, I can't keep the lovesick smile off my face. Your cologne is all that floods my senses, until everything is you, only you. And fuck if it wasn't the best thing in the world, then I don't know what is. It's hilarious how much a mundane article of clothing can mean or signify. I already know I'm sleeping in it tonight, assuming you don't take it back after school. It'll be even better than having you at night, knowing I have some part of you with me. Just like we talked about last night, replacing you with Lou and I with your sadness, doll. We talk about many things at night, mainly the things I'd never be able to tell you without blushing like crazy or stuttering my way through the words.
When I saw you at lunch I was so nervous, what if you didn't think I looked good in your hoodie? Isn't that the whole reason guys give girls their hoodies in the first place? You didn't seem any different when you sat down with my group, maybe I didn't affect you as much as you affect me. But God, I really hope I do. Maybe that makes me selfish, in wanting you to feel the same things I feel for you. But what can you do? They say love makes you selfish, hell any type of feeling makes you selfish. What could I say? I was selfish when it came to you, regardless of whatever feeling I have when you're with me.
