No matter how long he’s been gone or how many months its been since he last wore it, theres still just something special about wearing one of his shirts. With him being gone most of last year for training then getting deployed just weeks after that, I am pretty sure I have worn his shirts more than he has. His smell no longer lingerings on the fabric like it use to but when I put it on, its like his arms are wrapped around me. I close my eyes and I can almost feel his touch.
I don’t wear his shirts every night. Instead, I save them for the special nights. Nights where I’m missing him so much it hurts, nights I wish I could celebrate with him, nights I wish I could fall asleep in his arms. I can’t wait for goodnight texts to be replaced with goodnight kisses. I live for that moment between falling asleep and being awake. It only last for a second but for that split second, right before I fall asleep, I forget he’s away and it feels as if he’s right there next to me drifting off to sleep too.
I am so ready for him to be home but every morning I wake up alone, I know it’s one day closer to having him back. But as for today, its definitely a “his shirt” kind of night.