Do you remember?

Do you remember when the rumors all started? We were

taking the PSAT's in the theater, before it started I said to my

friend, "It's cold in here." Then without thinking you took off

your sweatshirt and gave it to me; I wore it the whole day. I

never told you this but, I was hoping I wouldn't have to take it

off, ever. It was so comforting, warm, big, and it smelled like

you. That day, I vowed to myself, to find a way to get it back. I

want to steal your favorite sweatshirt, the one with your last

name and football number on it. I want to be able to curl up

in it at night, surrounded by your scent. When I can't be with

you, I want to have a part of your life, besides the texts you

send. It's your favorite sweatshirt, and it's my favorite too.