Before the incident happened, my pink shirt with two big buttons on it was one of my favorites.

I felt pretty when I wore it.

It’s my favorite color.

All that disappeared when the incident happened;

I was wearing my favorite pink shirt that day.

Now, I can’t wear it without being reminded.

My favorite pink shirt; the one which once made me feel so pretty, and confident, went in the trash and took my memories, feelings for you, and my happiness with it.

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