I pulled you out of your box last night; it's the first time I've put you on in over a year. I needed to feel you. I've been feeling you more lately, but I wanted something tangible against my skin. So I put you on. I fell asleep in your almost arms and rested against you all night. Only to awaken to find I'm not sleeping with you and I haven't for quite some time. I keep trying to convince everyone (especially myself) I've moved on. I guess that's more like a joke. So while I'm fooling everyone and foolishly waiting, I'll put you on.
Sincerely,
the other half of the green chair
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