uhhh, oh no. my body just got so tired.

But I think it is because tonight I will rest easy. I'm sober. I'm stable. I'm wearing my tan tegan and sara shirt that has been hiding in the bottom of a bag of things you gave back to me, tightly packed away with the others, so one by one I can sleep in them and drift to your lingering scent. Smell is the biggest trigger of memory, so it only makes sense. To me, these shirts smell like happiness.

Perhaps I should feel like it is wrong or strange to indulge in something so small and interesting, but nostalgia always wins over reason.

Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.1