Today, I wore your cardigan.
It smelled like memories
and cuddles.
It smelled like happiness
and love.

I wrapped my arms around myself
and remembered how it felt
the first time that you kissed me.
The most amazing kiss.

You left my apartment 5 minutes
before I slipped it on.
It was chilly you see,
and I needed the warmth you provide.

You smell wonderful,
strangely enough to say...
I don't understand it either.
It must be pheromones or something.

I've loved you for three years now.
I don't want that to change.
Your scent lingers in my brain
attached to some sense of belonging.

I don't know what the point of this was,
but I guess all I can say
is that I love you,
and I want you to stay.