Taken with an IPhone 6s

You're like my favorite sweater that smells of places it has been with my tears caught in its fabric and my life sewn in its seams. It's seen its share of sunshine and it keeps me warm in the winter. Its bright colors now a memory of a time lost long ago, but like my favorite sweater you've been worn out once too much and the stitches that protect you start to crumble with my touch. I've even tried to fix you but I never learnt to sew and the only thing that's left to do is learn to let you go. My old sweater, it no longer fits me snug, it's loose as your two arm were the last time we ever hugged. So promise me just one thing as I bid you farewell, that you remember me long after my favorite sweater's lost my smell.