I saw someone wearing their hoodie today. At the grocery store. I almost said something. Didn't. Just stared. Wanted to ask if they'd given it back. If they even remembered it. Or me. God, Jade is going to kill me if she finds out I'm still thinking about this. I just want the hoodie back. It's soft. And warm. And it smells like them. Or it did. Probably smells like me now. Like wine and regret. Fuck, this is pathetic. I need to stop. But I won't. Not yet. Maybe not ever. I'm just so fucking cold.