My Blue T-shirt: A Short Story

Written by: Norman Leuenberger

Dear blue t-shirt,

I remember the day I picked you. It was a kind of ‘I love that colour but I’ll never wear it... It's not me. How am I even going to pair it?’ I know I’ll end up wearing you as a pyjama, tags still on. But then I tried you on, rolled your sleeves, once, then twice, and tucked you into my jeans. Once I looked up at myself, I thought, ‘damn boy, I can’t take my eyes off of you. You’ll be my lucky one.’ I am going to wear you everywhere I go this summer; to work, parties, dates, etc. We were inseparable. But how many times could I wear you without people noticing that it is the same t-shirt over and over again? Of course, I washed you, you know that.

You are the perfect colour, perfect fit, perfect material (the kind that doesn’t make you sweat) - I mean, what else could I ask for? 

You had your 15 minutes of fame, but I just want you to know that even underneath my jumper, you will always be my blue summer crush. 

Norman