I gave you that sweater, hoping it would mean something—a small piece of me wrapped in warmth for you. It was my way of showing you I cared, even if you never asked for it.
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I wonder if you ever think of me, if my sweater holds any weight in your heart, or if it's just another piece of fabric in a sea of memories I can't share. We don’t have a picture together, just fleeting moments I hold onto.
But I’ll keep this quiet love, tucked away in the corners where no one else can see. You might never look my way, but in my heart, I’ll treasure that sweater, that simple gesture, as the closest thing I’ll ever have to a place in your world.
