My Love Was Worth Fifteen Dollars
Language: en
I was scrolling through Poshmark, looking for some gently used furniture to fill my apartment, when I stumbled upon a peculiar storefront. The bio read: "Selling off my friends-with-benefits’ cheap junk. One good deed a day." I stared at the shop’s handle. I recognized the username instantly. It belonged to Camille, my best friend. And the items listed in the digital display were everything I had gifted Garrett over our seven years of long-distance. There was the wool scarf I had spent three sleepless nights knitting for him back in college. Price tag: $5. The designer sneakers I had…