I loved your oversized sweaters. They felt like one long hug that kept me warm. That kept me safe. That took care of me and protected me. After you said I could keep it, it seemed to lose its magic. I don’t feel quite as warm. I see the holes that let the cold in, I see the threads that unraveled themselves. I don’t feel safe, or protected. Now, I just feel trapped, wearing a wool straight jacket. I outgrew you and your weathered sweater.