I found your hoodie in the back of my closet....
I found your hoodie in the back of my closet. Still smells like you. I should have packed it with your stuff. Should have sent it back. But I held it. Buried my face in it. Cried like an idiot. We're divorced. I'm supposed to be moving forward. Not sniffing old hoodies. I threw it away. Couldn't keep it. Couldn't keep pretending.
— — Separated Lives
Enshrined on October 14, 2025 at 12:52 AM UTC