I love sleeping in Royce’s shirts. He gave me several shirts that he doesn’t wear anymore and they still smell like him. I love feeling like he’s around me somehow. I hate not getting to see him regularly, but even the littlest of things like sleeping in one of his shirts…it’s like a piece of home.
I love you and thanks for the shirts :)
I love you more and hope that you’ll give me old shirts of yours to wear, i want the same feeling.