The Parking Lot -- Sunday 1 PM
Loitering in the parking lot seems to be my thing. Loitering and waiting for people.
I’ve finally decided to give Keith back the sweatshirt he let me borrow one night when I was really cold. I was wearing it when he left and he told me to just hang on to it until the next time we’d see each other.
I’ve had plenty of opportunities to give it back to him. We’ve been hanging out every spare moment we can find. I just haven’t been able to bring myself to. I’ve been wearing it to bed every night and it makes me feel like a little part of him is still there. He hasn’t spent the night yet. Not unless we accidentally fall asleep on the couch, but that doesn’t count.
I’ll miss the way it smells.
Clutching the sweatshirt in my hand I make my way across the parking lot towards him. “Hey, Keith!” I shout, “Over here,”
I’ve finally decided to give Keith back the sweatshirt he let me borrow one night when I was really cold. I was wearing it when he left and he told me to just hang on to it until the next time we’d see each other.
I’ve had plenty of opportunities to give it back to him. We’ve been hanging out every spare moment we can find. I just haven’t been able to bring myself to. I’ve been wearing it to bed every night and it makes me feel like a little part of him is still there. He hasn’t spent the night yet. Not unless we accidentally fall asleep on the couch, but that doesn’t count.
I’ll miss the way it smells.
Clutching the sweatshirt in my hand I make my way across the parking lot towards him. “Hey, Keith!” I shout, “Over here,”