You two were close. Tighter than Brooke Crittendon’s dress at the Harlem Heights Premiere. Willing to share any and everything with each other. Don’t front like you didn’t chew on the same stick of gum or drink from the same glass with two straws. Hell, you would have split a rice grain in half if you knew the other portion was going to your beloved. For whatever reason though you broke up. Maybe he cheated on you with the riff raff down the block. Maybe you went the way of the psycho girlfriend due to the pressures of representing what true love was supposed to be but let’s fast forward a month or two.You now realize how much you miss your flannel sheet. The one that felt like a couple of clouds sewn together. The one you gave HIM. And what about you mister? You miss your PS3 don’t you? I know you do. Is it ok to be driving by her house late at night plotting on how to get it back? Do you see anything wrong with hitting him up on AIM about your sheets? Most likely, you can kiss those things goodbye baby because you didn’t give them up. You gave them up for love.

Is it wrong to ask for your stuff back?