the dead poet's lover

jacket

you always liked to wear that jacket. always. there was never a day without you wearing that blue jacket. even if the weather outside could make our skins sizzle with the heat, you never took off that jacket of yours.

i only thought that you wore that as an accessory; something that could look good on you wherever you go. but then i realise, you wore that to protect yourself. protect yourself from the harm around you, the sadness surrounding you.

when we were together, i slowly got you to let go of that stupid jacket. i made you fearless, happier even. i was so happy that you finally get to take that off.

but then, she came along. and the jacket you always wore became something she often had around her, protecting her from harm. i wanted it to be me, i wanted that awful jacket to be around me.

stupid, stupid jacket.