Vogueさんのインスタグラム写真 - (VogueInstagram)「For our annual Love Stories series about love in all its forms, one Vogue writer reflects on finding and losing love: "I can’t say when that sweatshirt—a faded gray crewneck with bright red stripes and an ’80s-era tennis logo—first became mine," she reflects. "Was it the evening there was a power outage and we came home to black raspberry ice cream oozing over his freezer, or the day I drove him to JFK for his uncle’s funeral and we said goodbye under a cotton candy–color sky? Maybe it was when we Citi Bike’d to a pizzeria in Bushwick where we didn’t get carded and split a bottle of wine and ate a honey-flavored soppressata-topped pie and I felt so grown up, but really, more than anything, just so happy. I do know that it was before he would start crying—or, rather, sobbing—and I never really knew why. It was before he came to see me in the middle of the night and told me, bleary-eyed and slurring, that he was breaking up with me, and it was definitely before his mom held me so tight as he, standing in the hallway in only moose-print boxers, said, 'I’m sorry.' Later, I sat on a fire escape overlooking the Bowery as his friend, drinking from a Solo cup, told me, 'We just can’t decide which of you we like with him more—you or her.'" Tap the link in our bio to read more. Illustration by @nataliejhane」2月11日 2時00分