𖤓 𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 ╋━ 片

You still remembered that day.

The cold of that December 3rd, the street lights, and the sweater he had ended up leaving on your shoulders.

“Don’t take it off ,” she said, laughing. “It looks better on you.”

It was a simple phrase. He probably forgot it instantly.

Not you.

Because as you adjusted his overly long sleeves, you wished he could see what was invisible to everyone else: the way your heart raced when he smiled; the way you always found an excuse to stay a little longer by his side; and the way you'd been in love with your best friend for years.

Until today.

Because today the same sweater rested on Heather's shoulders.

You saw her laugh as he adjusted one of her sleeves that was too long. You saw him smile at her in that gentle way she never noticed when she was with you.

And the worst part was that you couldn't hate her.
Because Heather was good. She was beautiful. She was exactly the kind of person everyone wanted around. Including him . Then you understood it was never the clothes. It was the fact that he could give you something so simple and still make it seem special. Only this time it wasn't you, it was never you. What hurt was knowing that if he had to choose someone to care for, to look after , or to love, he would always choose her. Heather. And for the first time in a long time, you found yourself wishing you were someone else. —“You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester. But you like her better. Wish I were…” Now , you felt cold without that sweater that was no longer yours. But he was with her now, with the woman of his dreams, with the love of his life.