i snuggle up to your blue and yellow jacket. i close my eyes and inhale that familiar scent. my face is smashed against the zipper and i remember the last time i saw you in it. this is your basic blue jacket that you wore over your sunflower yellow shirt. and this is how it got its name: we sat in the parking lot at four in the morning, sitting on the hood of my car and we argued for 47 minutes on exactly what shade it was. we named all the colors we could remember from our big boxes of crayola's. you said it's just blue, i said pastel blue, you said light blue, and i said basic blue. you let me win, and i loved you for it. with my face still smashed against the zipper, i inhale your smell that doesn't seem to ever go away no matter how many nights that jacket spends in my bed. its a mixture of smells that i couldn't describe if you asked me to. its a complicatedly simple smell, but i love it all the same. i sit here with my arms in the sleeves and my face buried in the fabric. without even trying im already thinking of you. this is the next best thing to having you. and then my alarm goes off, its 6:30 in the morning and its time to get up and start another day without you. i pull the covers back over my head, close my eyes and try to remember what it was that i was dreaming of. i suddenly remembered that i was dreaming of a girl that i've never met and that my face was buried in my own jacket that smelled too stongly of my own perfume.