Even When They Leave, the Memories Remain
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2 min readMay 21, 2019
In the back corner of my closet, nestled between the sweatshirt I wore for my last softball game and a bulky mint jacket that my friend embroidered my initials on, is my ex-boyfriend’s oversized hoodie.
This hoodie is grey, worn at the sleeves. The collar is ripped and drapes open slightly, just enough so that it feels comfortable, breathable. The letters on the front, albeit faded, read…
