A little bit of comfort

When I first started spending the night at Mystery's house, I was revelling in the relative newness of our relationship and it felt good to me to have little reminders that this guy was interested in me as much as I was in him. So, sometimes, I would wear his deoderant the next day, not only because I'd forgotten mine at home, but because the next day as I went about my business, if I moved a certain way and the scent of deoderant wafted up to my nostrils, I'd be reminded of him and it would make me smile. Also, sometimes, I'd "forget" to bring a change of clothes and ask to borrow a teeshirt or a pair of jeans, and wearing it would remind me of him the next day too, and make me happy.

I didn't see him every day during this period of time; we'd often spend just a few nights per week together as we both had busy schedules and lived just far enough away from each other to make it a little bit annoying to go back and forth between each others' apartments, so in between seeing him, I loved wearing that teeshirt that I stole or seeing it in my room. It was a little tangible reminder of him, of our relationship.

Once we started living together and I was seeing him all the time, I didn't "need" to have these little reminders any more... I already had Mystery's dirty clothes all over the floor on his side of the bed (he's not the tidiest of guys). Now, I have a permanent reminder of our relationship on my finger (in the form of my wedding and engagement rings).

Yesterday, I remembered how I often felt comforted and happy when I wore his clothes and I wanted that comfort again, so I asked him if I could wear his sweatshirt today. This morning, he remembered and he got it out of his pile and handed it to me as I was about to leave.

It's a little too big, but it smells like him and it reminds me of his love for me. That little extra happiness is just what I needed today.