Yesterday you were with me at yet another party. It was slightly cold and you were wearing my hoodie.
You'd borrowed it a few days ago and you hadn't given it back yet. But I didn't mind.
We were sitting together again, in a circle of people. The music was loud and we were all talking loudly in order to hear ourselves over it. You were beside me, leaning back against the wall.
My hoodie was slightly too big on you and the arms of it hung down over your fingertips. You looked like you were wrapped up in a big black blanket.
But it was a hoodie. My hoodie.
The rest of the group left, to talk to other people, to get food or drink or dance or whatever they left to do.
And we stayed there, talking back and forth, listening to the music. Peacefully.
After a while you started looking tired. Very tired. And you pulled the hood up over your head, which- yet again- was too big for you and hung down over your eyes. Then you leant your head on my shoulder.
I hope you didn't notice how I drew in a deep breath when you did that. I hope you didn't notice that I forgot to breathe for a moment after you did that. I hope you didn't notice that I looked down at you and admired you for a few moments.
Those few moments before I rested my own head atop yours.
I hope you didn't notice how cute I thought you looked in my hoodie. My hoodie.
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Update: she gave me the hoodie back and it smells of her!!!! I literally wish I could wear it forever, but the smell will fade soon :(
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Lãng mạnBeing pansexual... It's all a bit difficult when you're falling in love with someone you can't have. -- Notes on falling in love with my best friend, realising i'm pansexual and a few random other things story of my life
