So I Bought My Ex's Lingerie Collection (Don't Ask Why)

Okay, so backstory first. I was in a relationship with Lisa for almost two years, and we lived together for about half of that time. We had this rule where she could buy whatever lingerie she wanted whenever she wanted. She loved it and would get the most random things. Like, velvet stuff with lace, garter belts you can barely even put on yourself, bras so delicate they look like a bird’s nest, and thongs in colors I never knew existed. It was part of our game; we'd both be dressed up and roleplaying different characters or scenarios. It made everything feel new again, if that makes sense. Anyway, two weeks after she moved out, I'm scrolling through my phone aimlessly one day when I find a receipt for an online lingerie purchase from the week before. She was still living with me at that point but had clearly decided to break up while we were together. The thought of her shopping for new clothes knowing it would be our last time wearing them together... That’s not what got me, though. What really hit me was seeing a $95 lace garter belt on the list. It reminded me of how she used to wear it just for me during our roleplay sessions, how every time I slipped that over her legs, we both felt like stars in some crazy romantic movie or something equally absurd and beautiful. So I had this sudden urge, I mean, why not?, and called one of my friends pretending there was an emergency and rushed out to the store where she’d bought it. I didn’t just buy that garter belt; I went wild. I ended up with a collection of her favorites and some new ones that looked like they could star in their own fantasy movie. Now, you’re probably wondering what happened next? Nothing really. It sat on my bed for days after, untouched, until I finally got around to putting it away. I mean, there’s no way to wear them, right? So here's the confession: Why did I buy her entire lingerie collection? And why do I have these boxes sitting in a drawer like they're just another piece of nostalgia from our time together? Maybe one day, when I'm ready, I’ll look at them again. Until then, it’s a bizarre story with no real end.