some nights, when the silence gets too loud to bear, i stand in the middle of this dark room, play the song that used to belong to us, and let the full, agonizing weight of what you gave—and how little i returned—crush me into the floorboards.
wear them on special occasions and create an arbitrary schedule to be followed in my head of which clothes to wear at what times and let them all know beforehand just so we're all on the same page.