Am I okay?

.mine.

I'm wearing the sweater today.

My sweater.
The one that still smells like you.

It's the first time I've worn it since.

It's been a month today. One month since we've been apart, three since we've seen each other.

I miss you,

You talked to me the other day.

I told you I'd leave you alone if you answered a question. You responded with "lol suh". Classy.

I asked my question. I asked what I did wrong, why you threw me away, why we ended.

You haven't even read it yet.

Maybe you don't want to? Maybe you don't want me to leave you alone?

I hope that's the case.

I've got my sweater on. It's mine, it belongs to me.

But it smells like you.

It's mine, but if you wanted it I'd give it to you.