Your sweaters are the comfiest peice of clothing I've ever worn. Their soft, cozy, huge, warm and smell like you. I loved being able to curl up in them, they kept me in a good mood.

Call me insane if you'd like but I swear that your sweaters linger with your love.

I used to still have one of them, it was dark green. I'd accidentally misplaced it and it turns out you had found it before I did. I wanted to take it back but didn't want to risk upsetting you. Everything seemed to tick you off nowadays.

Even though my heart argued with my mind, I let my brain win the battle, ignoring how much it hurt to not having anything of yours, espically something like your sweater.

I had to move on.

I don't have any other choice, it's all I could do.