When I smell leather, I can hear his voice ringing inside my head. When that certain jacket goes on my shoulders,I can feel the warmth of his arms around me.Not to hug me, But to keep me warm because no matter how much he offers, I still refuse his jacket all the same.

When the zipper of the jacket moves up from the bottom I can see him, not just him as a person, but him as a soul. I see him as a being that, if I just step forward and let in, my life would be complete,but because i’m too stubborn to let anyone in, especially him, I just stay where I am. Standing still.

And although I’d love to say I love you to him, I still stay quiet because big words like love and hate scare me. Well, More like terrify me.Mostly because both words can change someone for the worse. Both have changed me. And Personally, i’m not sure if thats good or bad.

But My Obsession with leather is mostly because Being with him sparks heaven and war to erupt inside my head;One of the many things I love about him,right next to the way he looks at me. Once again, I Question myself as to whether this is good or not, but when it all boils down its just A leather Jacket and An Imprint of one life form onto another.