I wore you on my wrist today. Blew the dust off the black velvet. Twisted the heart back into place.
For my 18th birthday he got me a Betsy Johnson bracelet that had black velvet interwinded between the chains, and a zebra print heart. I hate zebra print. I wore it today though. Not because I missed him, just because it caught my attention in my jewelry box. I hated him that night. Still hate this bracelet too.