Bring the Thunder, He's just a hole in an old sweater

Notes: 1 / 2 years ago

He’s just a hole in an old sweater

I find myself holding on to an old sweater. You know the one, it has a hole, and a distinct stain. But I loved it, and I liked the way I looked in it. But it has become unusable, it shrunk and is pilled.

So why do I continue to hold on to it. Is it the good memories of things I did, places I went, times that I shared?

Then there was the bad things that happened. The stain happened when I argued with you and you pushed you plate across the table and spilled the contents of my dinner into my lap.

The hole was the time I yelled at you and caught it on the door handle when I was trying to leave.

I still look at it and long to where it again, but in reality will that ever happen? I contiue to try and find another sweater just like it. I have searched everywhere. I bought a few but they did not fit the same or made me itch. And in my search for the replacement sweater, I bypassed sweaters that would have been so much better.

I have decided it can not be replaced because nothing will ever be the same as it was. It is time to look for something else. Something that fits me better. One that will keep me warm when I need it to. Maybe I no longer need a sweater. It’s time to look for something else.

It is time to take you out of my closet and throw you away. You are taking up good hanger space.
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