Months ago, a friend told me,

“Imagine you have this shoes. A super cool shoes that everyone jealous for. But it didn’t fit you. It always hurt when you wear it, and the more you force it, the more it begin to rip. So probably the best thing you should do is retire them and put them back to the closet.”

And of course, letting it go won’t be that easy. At least I thought it was. Sometimes I found myself thinking, ‘how are they now?’ ‘how they feel?’ ‘how things going?’ ‘did that man broke them?’, questions that pop randomly everytime I catch a hint of their laces, a glimpse of their sols. 

I guess at this point you started to think that this analogy is getting weird. -,-a

But anyway, I do miss those shoes. And yeah, I think it’s perfectly normal, considering I never loved any shoes the way I love that one. 

I still believe that somewhere out there there’s a pair of feet that will perfectly match those shoes. I want them to be happy. So i’ll wait. I’ll wait just like I promised.

Thank you, shoes.