I had grieved, went through our history, your textile, colours, how warm you were (pashmina), but we had a good life together, you kept me warm for many years, somebody else would be happy with you, in other words, I had accepted it could not last forever, then you were there, in the lost and found box.
Having purified your attachment to the scarf, its reappearance makes it even more loveable! Wonderful!
I think our relationship has reached a new level!🙂
A gently romantic metaphor
Thank you Derrick 🙂