I wish i had enough words to describe how much i love you. I never ever thought i could meet something so faithful, so loving, so kind. At first i thought it was clothes i loved- remember that time? when i went to Zara and decided that it was dresses i loved? I cant imagine how hurt you must have been. How did u feel when i twirled in front of the mirror in black lace? Did you sneer at how my legs looked without your lengthening abilities? You were there for me clothes broke my heart-the day jeans wouldn't zip up! You were waiting patiently for me to slip mu unmanicured feet into your beauty- how kind was that?
Then i remember when i broke your heart again with bags. It wasn't my fault- Donna Karan lured me in with a Christmas sale. I was hooked from there. You watched in silence as i went out with black, brown, flirted with gold, occasionally inviting you along. You didn't complain about being the third party. Even when i abandoned Gucci and DKNY for more lowly Paul's Boutique. You bowed your head in shame for me when a magazine pushed me to NEXT. NEXT? you screamed silently as i looked at you with a glare and shoved my feet angrily into your patent heeled beauty.
You listened to me when i cried that bag did not satisfy me anymore. You had an affair with me, just to feel the void that the green Gucci and red NEXT did not fill. That's when i remembered. Standing before your beauty one afternoon at faith- i remembered that it was you that had always been there for me. As i slid my feet into your size 7 beauty, it didn't matter that my waistline was smaller or that my bust was bigger- you ignored the size of my arse. As i paid for you again and again and then went to Topshop and repeated the exercise, i felt relieved somehow. When i zipped up the new skinny jeans and buttoned up an oversized jumper- i knew your brown four inch goodness would complete me. Indeed it did. There were glances of appreciation that i didn't notice before- because they weren't there. Everyone wanted you shoe- in a way that they didn't want clothes and bag. The size 20 that admired clothes but couldn't fit could fit into shoe- The money watcher that couldn't afford bag (or was unwilling to spend such) could find beautiful shoe to have.
I love you shoe. My words are inadequate to explain how much.