Teresa Oman by Jens Ingvarsson
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Once, when I was a kid,
my mother bought
me a sweater that
I felt could have been
my favorite.
But she bought it
a few sizes too big and
told me I’d grow into it.
So I waited and waited.
Desperate to be
big enough to fit.
But before I knew it
I outgrew it.
And that’s sort of
what it felt like
to try and love you.
Big Enough, V.P. (via bandaids-for-the-heart)
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