Confessions...

From time-to-time, I wear your shirt. The one you gave me as part of my b-day gift. 

I open my pandora box, the one who contains all your memorabilia. It still has you smell. The entire box smells like you. I close my eyes, and my heart melts, with your smell all over me. 

I am done packing to mexico. We were supposed to go together, remember? I think this is why I need to sleep with your shirt tonight. To ease the pain... Hope it helps.