Your shirt is sitting on my chair and I don’t know what to do with it. I can’t wear it because it reminds me too much of you. But I can’t put it away because I don’t want to forget you. I don’t want you to forget me. I don’t know what to do with it.
I still remember the day I stole that shirt. It was our first new years eye together and I was so cold in my dress. You told me not to wear a dress but I wanted to look pretty. I wanted you to feel that you’re fucking lucky to have me. But halfway in the party, I was shivering. So you took me to your room and put on a shirt and then a sweatshirt.
Four years later, I still have your shirt. You are gone but your shirt is here. But I don’t know what to do with it. I want to call you and tell you to take everything back. Take your shirt back and Take your girl back.
Your shirt//nikitaagupta
