someday, i’ll find the one who leaves his shirt behind for me… so i can wear it and feel his warmth, his scent, and his love even when he’s not around.. imagine curling up in it on quiet nights, feeling like he’s holding me even when he’s far away. there’s something so beautiful about the simple things.. like an old t-shirt that smells like love, comfort, and home. i don’t know where or when i’ll find my future boyfriend, but when i do, i hope he knows i’ll treasure even the smallest pieces of him ❤️