He’s Still Got The T-Shirt
He’s still got the T-shirt. It’s not just one I bought for him, it’s one I made. It’s one I poured my heart into and thought about late at night. It’s one I got his opinion on time and time again till he was too frustrated to listen to me talk about it. It’s the one that I wanted to make sure was extra soft so when I leaned my cheek against his shoulder it’d be comfy.