Your sweater is the only thing I have that reminds me of you. The scent of your cologne is starting to wear off. But every now and again I find a spot that has your scent on there. Thank you, for being a gentleman and giving me your sweater on that slightly colder windy evening. Your sweater makes everything, every feeling. every emotion. It was real just from a sweater; I no longer wear. Haven’t worn it since that night you put it on me. YOU put it on ME. And you left.