The Missing Jacket

The story of "The Missing Jacket" starts a few months ago while visiting my now ex-girlfriend. Being the annoyingly forgetful person I am, my jacket has been living in the back seat of a Ford POS for the past two months. With break ups comes the returning of all the possessions that have accumulated in the others rooms, cars, bathrooms, or wherever those awful things hide just so they can be found one day in order to bring back forgotten memories.

It has been around a month since all of her things have been mailed back and forgotten about, but the jacket still remains to be seen. At this point the jacket has taken on new meaning, filled with "what if's." What if she gave it to a new guy on a cold day when he forgot his jacket, and he hasn't given it back? What if she won't send it back because she is holding on to the last thing that connects us? What if I am so far out of her mind that the jacket doesn't really even matter anymore? Even with my multiple requests for it back it still has not shown up on my doorstep. Recently I toy with they idea of not even wanting it back, letting go of it and her completely. The thought of it showing up with some letter saying anything about her and her new life without me seems to really affect me. Or what if there is no letter, just a jacket. I wrote a letter, was that a bad idea? Will I look like a fool if she doesn't send one.

This all should be coming to a mute ending in the next few days. But the calls and texts that brought it all up again were far from drab for me. With little investigation or questioning I fell on the conclusion that she was away at the beach with her new guy. When lies could have been told to protect me she felt it would be a better choice to just quickly tell me it was none of my business anymore who she was with. She is right and I admitted that. But damn it, it sucks and it is all because of that stupid jacket.

While this past hour has been been a flurry of emotions, anxiety, sadness, anger, I think the most important feeling I had was revelation that it is time to get over this. Time to stop feeling sad for myself and forget about it. Statistically its practically impossible for us to find our soul mates and break ups are inevitable. So when that jacket shows up (which hopefully it does) I will open it and open a new part in my life. Maybe without someone at first but at least I'll be letting go of the last person.

The jacket can be seen here in front of Buckingham Palace, It is the black and grey checkered one to the left of Andrew Cox holding up the stuffed Ernie the Eagle

Here is also a great song I have been listening to as much as possible