Are relationships just merely articles of clothing? Sometimes not worth the effort or time to deal with. You pull something on, you try it out. It gets old, ratty and dirty, you toss it to the side and lead onto another pair of jeans, not yet unclean.

But sometimes we find love in clothes that are old. Not to old, not to new, just right for you. They fit just right, now all your curves and mold around them to your wildest comfort.

Some people like clothes that are torn. Their hearts have been ripped out yet we try to sew them up and make them ours.

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