I can smell smoke on the hoodie that you lent me. Usually that'd bother me, but it's easy to ignore when it's yours. Do I really need a reason to want to be with you this often? Some things are better left unprocessed – let's just leave this like we found it

It's too big for you, but just right for me. I'll "accidentally" keep it in my back seat and give myself an excuse to bring it back to you. Do I really need a reason to want to be with you this often? Some things are better left unprocessed – let's just leave this like we found it