When I wear his shirt it feels like like his skin over mine. And the little holes and tears. And shreds on it are are are the the memories of the past. That I wasn't there for but that somehow. I I I feel like I understand more when it's against my skin. It's an armor like a barrier from the world. Like our secret nobody else knows and I like that you know?. It makes me feel like a woman it makes me feel sexy. It makes me feel... it makes me feel like I'm his. (I'm his I'm his I'm his I'm his I'm his)