A Letter to My Shirt

Dear shirt,

I know it has been a while since we've talked and I'm sorry about that. To be honest, I really miss having you around. I look at old pictures from time to time and see us turning heads and looking awesome together. The hardest part for me is knowing that it wouldn't take much to be back in that place again.

You have a stain.

I know you know that but I can see that it's hard for you to admit it. It doesn't have to be like this. I bought you for a reason. When you are in the condition that you were made to be in--when you're clean and presentable--you are effective and we work well together. But when you've got that gross stain across your front there's not much I can do with you. The stain makes you hardly effective as a shirt at all.

Sure, I could wear you under a sweater and let the collar pop out the top and people might recognize how awesome we look together again but that is not what I bought you for. That's not why I kept you. That's not what you were made for. You were made and bought and washed and kept to make me look good and I can't help but think about your condition. It's keeping you from your only purpose.

It wouldn't be difficult. Sure, you'd have to give up that stain. And why would you keep it? It has ruined you and as long as it remains you remain ineffective. Let me wash you and scrub the spots off. I already have the detergent. There is no stain I cannot get rid of. Please.

Sincerely,

Joel