Story Time!

Hoodie

Your hoodie's lying at the foot of my bed. It's been there since you left and I can't bear to throw it away.

It still smells like your perfume, albeit faintly. One whiff and I'm intoxicated. It's like a drug, instantly calming me down and making me feel safe.

It reminds me of all the times I hugged you. It reminds me of us.

When I get sad I wrap myself up in it and pretend you're here, like I did last night. It was big on you so when I put it on it's like a dress.

Sometimes I just lay it over me like a blanket. Other times I flip the hood up to block out the world, so I can stay in my pretend world with you a little while longer.

I used to walk around the house with it on and of course, my parents questioned me. Now I just wear it in my room occasionally but mostly it just stays at the bottom of my bed.

Once your scent is completely faded from the hoodie it's like you're completely gone from my life. That's why I'm delaying the inevitable of letting you go.

I will one day.

Just not today.