It's still too early to mourn but I've already looked a few times in the usual places. I bought a new scarf today on a whim to try and make myself feel better.
But it just made me miss her more...and think of all the good times we've had together. All the times she's kept me warm on the airplane or made my outfit cuter. She was the perfect shade of pinky purple and matched everything. See?
She was a simple gift from an old high school friend who visited Prague once. And actually I've seen scarves similar to mine in many places. But somehow, *she* was softer and silkier, a little bulkier than other similar wraps. Here we are together last spring. Look how happy I am.
Oh, scarf. I hope you're just mixed in a pile of laundry somewhere at home. I treat you so carelessly throwing you around my purse, the closet, machine washing. You're so part of my everyday that I didn't treat you with the respect you deserved and now...I miss you.
Do you miss me too?