A list of things I’ve taken away from past relationships that were arguably better than the relationships themselves

-A blue and green plaid flannel shirt that I pulled out of his closet one morning after a sleepover and asked to borrow. I wore it so much that a few weeks later – when I realized, over coffee with a friend, that I needed to break up with the boy that very day – I looked down and saw I was wearing his shirt, and said, “I guess I have to go home and change out of this first, huh?”

-A playlist of romantic punk songs from the ‘70s.