When M. drove to New York almost four years ago to pick me up so that we could drive back to the state he lived in...my parents would not allow it. Read this previous entry which explained the situation.
So...my M. drove home all alone without me by his side to keep him company. I went into my bedroom that night. In the corner next to my bed laid his crumpled light green t-shirt on the floor. I stared at it and immediately lifted it into my hands. I pressed it gently to my face, my lips, my nose. It still faintly carried his lingering scent. I cried. Wept tears of heartache that we were not together at that moment. I folded his t-shirt neatly...and I placed it over my pillow that night and every night until we were together again. I slept on it...cuddled with it...and dreamed of him and our love.