my love for…

“Is there any room in your heart for a man?” I hugged my flannel dress pants lovingly, I was forced to leave my pants behind for 1 week. I wondered if I would see them again and if they would be okay in foreign hands that may nip and tuck at it.

It later dawned on me that somehow along the months, “faking it” had become a love, an obsession, a passion, but not quite an addiction, yet.

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