"You're a little queen" He told me, placing the crown gently on my head. I giggled, taking out the other one. "And you're a king!" I squealed. He chuckled, pulling me into a hug. Little did I know, that was the last hug I would ever get from him.
And yet, I recently bought a handful of what I thought would be forever pieces, and I’ve already realized I don’t like some of them, or I’ve grown tired of them or even worse, they don’t fit me (and aren’t even salvageable by a tailor).