Since I was about 5, I have always had a fascination with my closet. I would take everything out and organize it, making my room look like a bomb and impressing my parents with my skills in the end.
I would organize my books and create spaces that looked like little rooms in my mind. There were times when I wished to live in my closet.
I am 28 now, and what I keep in my closet remains so special to me. It tells a history about my life from the dried yellow rose I kept from my Grandma's funeral to a present story about my love for fashion with the latest pair of Pedro Garcia shoes stacked neatly on top of the box.
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