Today, i was cleaning and organizing my closet.
As i got to the back, I found something old and wrinkled in the corner.
I picked it up.
It was the sweatshirt he let me wear when we were dating, with his last name on the back.
I looked at the last name for a long time.
It still smelled like him.
I sat in my closet and cried after seeing it, just thinking of all the old times.
I never gave up hope with us two. I always felt like we were gonna get back together. so..
Who knows...
The sweatshirt might have some use again..
 if he ever realizes what he gave up. </3