Love

I lost my favourite shirt.
I am pretty sure it was my favourite shirt. Indeed I know of hundreds of better and nicer shirts but this one was definitely special. It was gray, a beautiful mixture of light gray and dark gray and slightly washed out, not too much though.
It fit perfectly, not too tight and not too big. The slogan on its front was simple and short. Black letters: LOVE.
Not a day goes by that I wouldn’t think about that shirt. I can’t even remember when I saw it last.

I’ve looked for it everywhere. I called it. Sometimes I even go across the street and hope it would be there somewhere. (Ok the latter is not true. But I had it in mind. Really.)
It’s gone.
Love Shirt is gone. How terrible.