Like a Glove

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The end of it. The last walking away made it seem too real. The perfect fit, the love that made her feel like she could match up to everything. It couldn’t be fixed. If she had tried to patch things up, it would look fake. She remembers how beautiful she felt embraced and the pain when it all came apart. As she walked away from one last look, there it laid, the best pair of jeans she ever owned.

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3 responses »

  1. i was reading this imagining you were remembering a lost love or something. lol. Jeans… thats good. I think it must also be very much a woman sort of thing. I cant remember being that attached to jeans. 🙂

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