I bought you this sweater for your birthday, but you left before I could give it to you... I guess you left before I could give you a lot of my gifts. I planned your day, wanted everything to be perfect; I had notes and everything. I wanted you to feel special and warm so I bought you this sweater and wrote you something I hoped would warm your insides like wool can't. As a fail safe I even got you that tea you always made with a smile on your face. I planned our future too. Well, mostly yours actually. I had bookmarks and tabs constantly open on my screens to help you find where you wanted to go, and I was going to follow you wherever that was. I planned for rainy days and sitting on the couch playing your favorite games and sunny days at the park and I had hoped you'd be wearing this sweater. But I guess, I guess I'm wearing it now. I couldn't quite bring myself to return it, and I never did keep receipts with you so I guess I couldn't have. I knew you would have loved it. It fits me pretty well, and helps keep me warm and safe from how you left me out in the cold. It doesn't itch at all, and it goes with all of my clothes, and I can't help but think maybe I was supposed to have it. I changed the tabs on my computer deleted the bookmarks, and remembered I didn't need to search for what I wanted, I only had to second guess for you. I'm wearing this sweater, and wondering if it could have kept you as warm as it keeps me after all.