The Significance of a Shirt

[jbizarro]

Here's a picture for you...

I am sitting on the edge of my bed clutching a faded green rugby shirt to my chest and sobbing, I mean hysterically sobbing, broken only by a few peals of laughter thrown in to make me seem even crazier. I'm smiling like a fool and repeating over and over again, "he sent me his shirt, he sent me his shirt, he sent me his

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[jbizarro]

thanks. i'm glad i'm not crazy (or at least if i am, i'm in good company :-)

[anonymous]

Yeah, totally not crazy. When he left for school Chris was going to throw out a beat up shirt that he had just worn. I stole it and kept it next to my pillow for at least a month. Of course I think it made me sadder to be able to smell him when I missed him the most...but I was glad to have it. Maybe we are all just nuerotic girlfriends...Sorry I just read this.

-M