I stole something. Well, it's not something valuable. I'm sure that it would not be noticed missing.
I went home, that's the only time that it sank within me. I stole it. With full knowledge and intent.
When I hold it, I remember the times that were close. When I hug it, warm feeling envelops me. When I smell it, I go insane. It's like my dose of daily ecstacy.
I always bring it with me wherever I go. I sort of treat it like a lucky charm. But I can't get over the fact that I still stole it.