Some clothes are just fabric and then there’s that outfit. The one that hugs your body like it was made by divine intervention. The one that doesn’t just fit, it haunts. It’s not about dressing for yourself (though you look incredible); it’s about planting a seed of doubt in your ex’s mind so deep they start questioning every choice they’ve made since losing you.
When you step out in that outfit, you don’t just look good you become the midnight scroll, the unsent text, the intrusive thought they swore they’d buried. You’re no longer just a memory at this point, you’re a sermon in regret stitched together with perfect seams.
Tessa’s Final Thought: Some people preach forgiveness. You? You preach reconsideration.
Disclaimer: This blog is for entertainment only. Tessa is not responsible for exes suddenly lurking, impulsive late-night texts, or the resurrection of “what if” conversations.
 
				 
												
					 
											 
																	 
																	