And then I kept it to remind myself of all the things I never want to be to you.” I pull her shirt from my bag. When I hold it up to the light, I sigh into the microphone. “This is that ugly shirt you wear. It doesn’t really have anything to do with why I fell in love with you. I just saw it at your house and thought I’d steal it.” I pull the second-to-last item out of my bag. Her purple hair clip. She told me once how much it meant to her and why she always kept it. “This purple hair clip? It really is magic… just like your dad told you it was.
