dear corbyn,
i hope you don't miss me to much.
i mean why would you?
you have christina and now the boys.
i probably mean nothing to you anymore.
but you where my everything.
you where the only thing that made my life worth living, and when you left me...
i broke even more.
but when i found your hoodie, it was like a part of you was still with me.
but you wanted it back.
just know,
i'm still rocking your hoodie.
love, j.j.
