and on the days when I get lonely,
or sad,
or stressed,
I'll pick up your jacket—
that green jacket that everyone makes fun of because it's so fluorescently ridiculous.
and I'll smell it,
or hold it in my arms,
and it reminds me that I'm going to be okay.
at the end, it doesn't matter how many comments I get on how ugly the jacket is.
Because it smells like you.
Smells like home.
-S
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It's ridiculous, I know, but somehow I feel your possessions bring me closer to you.
