26 March, 2013

I got a stain on my shirt that I like.

I could of been mad about it. I have had this shirt from the Gap for years. Instead, I embraced the stain, the memories that are with the shirt, how great I felt in it when I wore it with the right combo.

Then I let the shirt go because I would not be able to relive it like that again with that stain.

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