This morning, I was fixing an old jacket from 2007, and I can’t help but smile as I remembered how shopping for this one went: It was August too, that time, and I’d just walked away from my old girlfriend’s house for what was actually the last time. That time, I refused to stay the night because I was meeting up with Andrea instead, and walking toward the main road, I just thought, Right now, right here, I am finally making a choice.
I haven’t looked back since. That afternoon, I rode the train all the way to Trinoma, in what was actually my first time there. I was nervous. So nervous that Andrea and I actually went shopping.
SHOPPING. We went into this People are People store and tried on jackets. At the time, I didn’t think she was aware yet that I was shopping-phobic; looking back, maybe I was trying to impress her. HAHA. No matter. I fell in love with a jacket full of buttons. She said I should try it on. I held my breath, waiting for her to step into the dressing room with me (she didn’t; HAHA.)
Of course, I ended up buying it. It fucking fit.
(And five years later, here we are.)