Each year I remark on an article or two of clothing that goes missing from my wardrobe. Just pieces that are gone. Some have been given away, some borrowed and never returned, and some just gone without explanation. I usually figure out what I'm wearing in advance. There's an odd melancholy that sets in when you realize you've undercut your own vision by giving away that piece that would square the circle.
It was the only time in my life I bothered to wear a piece of jewelry for more than a special occasion. I loved it, and wore it daily unless the work meant my losing it for sure.
Some time during moving my things around for my first long deployment it was lost along the way. I've searched everything I could think of for it, because it was with me through everything--my first love, my first kiss, my struggle through isolation and poverty, high school, all the highs and lows.. It sort of became a piece of me, luckily only a tiny one, I still don't feel so complete without it.
Kantgirl: Just say "I'm feminine and I'll punch anyone who says otherwise!"
Halla74: Think your way through the world. Feel your way through life.
Cimarron: maybe Prpl will be your girl-bud
prplchknz: i don't like it