Finding your shirt among my clothes felt like I had uncovered an ancient artifact. I was switching from summer to winter clothes and came across it at the bottom of one of my bins. At first it took me a moment to realize it was yours. I picked it up and held it close to my cheek. It felt soft but no longer smelled like you. I tried to remember what you looked like wearing it, but I couldn’t, or maybe I just don’t care to remember you anymore.
Then the decision – give it away? Or keep it for sentimental purposes? That decision was easy – I gave it away, same as you did with my heart. It doesn’t deserve space in my closet and you don’t deserve space in my heart.