Haven't written one of these out in a while, but last night I appreciated when my partner goes home and he leaves his hoody with me. I only take comfort in it when I feel uneasy and want some form of comfort without bothering him for attention (I feel better about myself if I can fix myself without help.)
So I settle down in bed, grab the hoody and curl up on my side with it, usually my left side. It smells of him, it's soft and it has an incredible sense of familiarity and comfort to it, I can be on my own but feel he's still there, and in some ways I think I prefer that for when I don't want to be alone, but don't want company.
I don't feel there's anything to be ashamed of about this. It's a coping mechanism, it helps, it enables me not to let something feel or get worse, and it's essentially a breath of fresh air when you don't realise you need that most.
So don't be embaressed about comforts like that, it's nice to be able to do that and smile, be at peace. It's bliss.
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