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His Jacket

  • Phoenix
  • Apr 26, 2017
  • 1 min read

I stole it.

Not in a mean way. But I took it.

He found me wearing it and said “You keep it.”

I wanted to smile so wide but instead I said “I will give it to you at the end of the day.”

With a smirk, I walked away.

It made my day.

I wish we were closer.

I wish we were like every other couple.

I realize now that we are. We are like every other highschool couple.

I need to stop overthinking.

I need his jacket again.


 
 
 

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