Phew

Well, that's over. I called the ex after work and told him that I would stop by shortly and that he could meet me downstairs. He sounded a little disappointed, like he was hoping that we would have a nice visit or something. He quickly realized that that wasn't going to happen.

Anyways, he met me downstairs, gave me my stuff back, said thanks and left. I looked at the sweater which I used to love so much. I almost didn't want it back now. Well, I'll wash it at least, and then decide.

It's funny how you can want something so much, but then when you get it, you realize it wasn't that special after all.