"Can I try you on for a day? See how well the spaces of you fill in the spaces of me, see how your skin feels against my skin, or what it feels like when our noses collide in an awkward manner? Can I try you on for a day? Feel the warmth of what it’s like on a winter day with your arms around my arms or the cool sweat underneath your chin with my head tucked underneath it during a summer heat wave? Can I try you on for a day and wear your legs wrapped around my legs like it’s the only blanket I’ll ever need? Uncover all the stories in your laugh lines, connect all the constellations you hold inside your palms? Can I try you on to keep? Fix the loose pieces of you when you get tattered and old from much too much constant wear, from being my favorite, for being such an irreplaceable thing? Because nothing has fit like the way that you have, like the way I know you always will fit, just right, somehow, on me."