I was going crazy one day. I lost my sweatshirt. It got colder around here and I wanted my cozy, broken in, i wear it all the time sweatshirt. I ransacked my room and was seriously about to freak out. I should probably tell you guys how I acquired it. I got it from an ex....The Ex. I found it today and did a really wierd thing. I held it up to my face and smelled it. Know what I found....it smells like me.
Isn't it wierd how you react to things? It hasn't been worn by him for almost a year. I don't know what I expected it to smell like. Its over. Everything we had is over. I can move on. I probably should give it away but its too comfortable :-P Just another reminder that my life goes on.