But in my eyes it's more then just a sweater.
It's the last link I have to him.
It's the last memories I had with him.
It reminds me of the love we once shared.
It makes me miss him.
Reminds me of the days when we were together and the memories we made together.
So when times get hard or miss him like crazy, I hold the sweater, I cry into it, I smile at it, and imagine he's still here.
Knowing that he gave it to me makes the sweater so much more than a sweater to me.