Author: Sweet Madeline PM
Another one of those hopeless things, one that needs a collection of poems all to itself.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Drama/Romance - Chapters: 3 - Words: 706 - Reviews: 6 - Updated: 10-30-08 - Published: 01-31-08 - id: 2470136
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On Sunday night we went to a concert - the youth group, that is. Had an amazing time. Then, on the way back, he was rather tired, so I let him use my jacket as a pillow.
I haven't worn my jacket since then. I'd almost forgotten, until I put it on tonight because I was feeling some of the chill, from the snow outside, seeping through my window.
And, oh gosh, it smells like him. I can't pull the sleeve away from my face. No joke. It's almost like I'm addicted to his scent; getting high off that ever-pleasant essence.
It's almost as though he's right next to me, his arm barely brushing mine. Somehow I can feel his skin through the fabric of my shirt. And I'm hooked.
I think I need more than a little help.