When I finish drying off and start to throw the clothes on that he got for me, I can’t help but smell them, press them to my nose and just inhale. I’m going to be walking around all day smelling like him, dressed in his things. That’s––I don’t even know. I guess I understand why girls like stealing guys’ hoodies now. He doesn’t know it, but I’m keeping these. Adding it to my slow-growing collection. Sucks for him, but it makes me faintly giddy just thinking about it.
