the memory of his scent

[leco_branco]

the brown sweater I forgot at his place two weeks ago, the one I picked up last weekend, the one I washed since then, smells like him. it's first thing I noticed when I put it on this morning. my brown sweater smells like him. so as you can imagine, every opportunity I had today to close my eyes and take a deep breath with nose up in my sleeve I took. I know it's extremely lame, but what can I say, I miss him.

haven't really spoken to him since last sunday. 'til I do, he'll be on my mind, along with the memory of his scent.