It is now.

You think to yourself, "I shouldn't have." With a down face as the jeans sees my look. The pants rub my cheek like, "It's okay." You sigh in relief, your small leaves its hot breath on it's cloth, you hear a quiet giggle remembering the moment you heard it the first time. "It was you who giggled before." The jeans nod happily. "I have to keep you in secret." You say but in your mind, you remember and think, "Wait, this is my jeans pick I made. Oh shit!" You believe this erases your data on a single piece. "Wait here." You move to your desk and go to your tablet, another tab, you look "Saved File: My sister's jeans." You sigh in reassurance. "I love myself." You face yourself at the jeans happy. Let's continue.

(If you want to add more, go ahead. I'm done)