Oscar Scar

It was hard, but I did it in the end! I threw away the blue jacket I was wearing the first time I met P. It was at a party. My jacket was clean when we started dancing, but by the end of the night it was a mess, I even ripped it.

I've bought a new one, it's very similar. I've also bought a pair of trousers that kinda look like the ones I was wearing when I met him.

But it's not the same thing at all. I don't know. Maybe, with time, even this new jacket will acquire some kind of meaning.