this sweaters story is to long and sordid to recount at this time. the decision to say goodbye was last minute and fast without any chances to change my mind, because I knew I would. it broke my heart to say goodbye, but considering that it broke my heart anytime I would see it folded in my drawer, yesterday was necessary.
that blue sweater made me happy in the spring, proved my love in the early summer, broke my heart in july, scattered the pieces in the fall and tried to say it was sorry in the winter.
it was woven with love and loss.
