Gray comfy pants, I’m going to miss you.
I remember the day I bought you 10 years ago. You were 2 for $30 at Express. I bought a black pair too, but they didn’t fit like you.
I wore you to many 8 a.m. classes my freshman year at college. You inspired me to sleep during many of them.
You comforted me when I got my heart broken. I sobbed in a ball on my bed tucked in the love of your stretchy cotton.
You were there for me for many late night talks with roommates and girlfriends.
When I met the future hubby, you stuck by my side. We enjoyed wandering over to his apartment for some after-the-bar snuggling.
You traveled with me to the library many nights to study.
And even helped me attempt to work out. You hugged my body as I glided on the elliptical.
You traveled to California, Romania, Mexico, Arizona, Tennessee, and even to our nation’s capitol.
I even wore you under my belly while I was pregnant.
You were easy to slip on when I woke in the middle of the night to feed my newborn.
But now the time has come.
I can no longer tell which hole to put my leg into, so we must say our goodbyes.
It has been real, pants. I loved you, I truly did.
Now, will you tell the dear hubby that the early 90’s are calling and want their shirt back?
What is a piece of clothing you had a hard time letting go of?