now i can’t stop thinking about how he definitely still has it. probably tucked away safely in a special drawer. next to their xfactor numbers, ticket stubs from the fray concert that they’d both gone home to dig up once they learned, the passes from their ski holiday, an old receipt from their first dinner date at rosso, the birthday card louis wrote a novel on, an entire stack of polaroids that are just theirs, the old key to their first place, the ring. i’m sad