Nicole Harper
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I hated that my first thought was to wear them and send pictures to him.
I hated that despite moving far away from him, I still couldn’t completely move on. The thought irritated me and I was tempted to put them in the trash can, but just before I could dump them, I paused.
He did tear the ones I bought anyway.
Instead of throwing them out, I stuffed them in the deepest ends of my closet. Then I went to sleep and pretended like I could forget about it the next day.
The next day came with a new surprise, which was my mother in front of my apartment door. Again.
I pulled open the door, ready to tell her that I didn’t move out just so she could visit unannounced every day, but paused when I saw her face. She seemed upset.
“Uh, Mom? Are you okay?” I asked carefully.
