i wear a hoodie that a guy i used to hook up with years ago gave me all the time - a massively oversized hoodie w/ mclovin's fake hawai'i id on the front. i get more compliments on that hoodie from men than anything i ever bought myself
I have a Jack wills preppy type cashmere jumper I borrowed from a boy who was my best friend and I never admitted my feelings for - to walk home once after staying over for a party, saying I’d bring it back next time. But life moved and we grew apart and there was never a next time. So I occasionally find it neatly folded in the back of my wardrobe and think fondly of teenage grins and singing to playlists we’d made in his car.
I have items from my first real boyfriend, who SA’d me, which I’m currently in therapy for, but with which I don’t know what to do with. Part of me wants to remember *something* good with them, that sweet first love innocence, but they carry so much weight now that I’ve had important realizations about the relationship in the years to come. They hide in a shoebox in my childhood bedroom and I try to pretend they don’t exist.
My recent breakup of a six year relationship has ended on really good terms - we currently meet for coffee once a month and catch up - but we had to do the emotional turmoil of handing things back to each other that we’d each had in a drawer at the other’s house, etc. I gave most of it back but he doesn’t know I’ve kept some uber rare video game t shirt of his that is the softest tee I’ve ever owned, his old paint-stained uni sweatshirt from when we first met as students, and a dark navy chunky jumper that just feels like wearing a hug when I need it.
This winter another man broke my heart, for reasons that weren’t at all to do with me, and he’s the only one I really wish I had SOMETHING from as a strange comforting souvenir.
i wear a hoodie that a guy i used to hook up with years ago gave me all the time - a massively oversized hoodie w/ mclovin's fake hawai'i id on the front. i get more compliments on that hoodie from men than anything i ever bought myself
ahahaha of course men are obsessed with that
oh LOVE
Yeehawt in Haloscope! Love this, love the publication 😇
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I have nothing from my ex. I gave away the ring to charity.
I have a Jack wills preppy type cashmere jumper I borrowed from a boy who was my best friend and I never admitted my feelings for - to walk home once after staying over for a party, saying I’d bring it back next time. But life moved and we grew apart and there was never a next time. So I occasionally find it neatly folded in the back of my wardrobe and think fondly of teenage grins and singing to playlists we’d made in his car.
I have items from my first real boyfriend, who SA’d me, which I’m currently in therapy for, but with which I don’t know what to do with. Part of me wants to remember *something* good with them, that sweet first love innocence, but they carry so much weight now that I’ve had important realizations about the relationship in the years to come. They hide in a shoebox in my childhood bedroom and I try to pretend they don’t exist.
My recent breakup of a six year relationship has ended on really good terms - we currently meet for coffee once a month and catch up - but we had to do the emotional turmoil of handing things back to each other that we’d each had in a drawer at the other’s house, etc. I gave most of it back but he doesn’t know I’ve kept some uber rare video game t shirt of his that is the softest tee I’ve ever owned, his old paint-stained uni sweatshirt from when we first met as students, and a dark navy chunky jumper that just feels like wearing a hug when I need it.
This winter another man broke my heart, for reasons that weren’t at all to do with me, and he’s the only one I really wish I had SOMETHING from as a strange comforting souvenir.