Warmth shoots through my body as I
slide it over my head.
His distinct smell has woven itself
within the the threads.
I let out a content sigh as I
take it all in.
As much as I love wearing his hoodie,
I hate it.
All it does is remind me of him and sadness
begins to take over me.
I frantically start to take the hoodie off but, soon
I come to my senses.
Wait,
stop.
Take a breath and calm down.
You’re fine.
Nothing is hurting you.
But, that’s a lie.
Not being with him is doing nothing but, making
me hurt.
I start to think of all the good times we have
together and I can feel myself
breath again.
My body slowly starts to be swallowed
by the fabric and I let
out a sigh.
I just miss him,
that’s all.
No need to panic.
Or is there?
I shake my head as I lean back in
the chair next to him.
And as he looks over at me, I smile and let out
a laugh at me being so foolish.
He was with me all along.