Lost to the hands of time. We lose things and we replace them. The once precious items forgotten with no remorse. A scarf, nothing special, millions made. It would perfectly match that one outfit you had. When you wore it you would just feel cozy. You wore on that walk home with that special boy, and you snuggled your face into it to hide your blush after he kissed you. You would wrap it around your head when at the park with your friends to make them laugh. It was with you when your favourite song came on your iPod and you danced down the street. It has eyeliner stains from when that boy broke your heart and it has hot chocolate stains from when he fixed it. It was nothing special to begin with, not a present, not home made. It was on sale, bought it with the change left over from lunch. Maybe you’ll get one in a new colour, it was easily replaceable. It was with you on the last day of winter break when he stopped you and held out a beautiful new black and white scarf. It remembers how you threw it into the air as you wrapped the new one around your neck. It watched as you pranced down the rest of the sidewalk tugging at it in pride. It patiently waited for you to return but only it will keep the memories you shared.
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