As the sun shines in my window each morning and shadows across my closet door I pick my attire for work, gazing at you and remembering the memories we had. You sit so flawless on the rack. Oh that black dress and those leopard print heels were a stunning combination! How about that hot pink dress and the matching floral heels we bought at different locations but you would have sworn they were made by the same manufacturer! The wedding parties we went to, clubbing, graduation parties, and just the no reason days because we were damn good together, oh how I miss how you made me feel.
Some relationships have to end. I will be the first to admit the sparkles are definitely not more shinny on the other side of the store! The heel pain, plantar fasciitis, arch support, you left me broken! You Bitch! I thought we were sole sisters.
As I shop with a broken foot trying to replace the memories with a new flat all your non-heel friends still lack any comfort. I have been forced to look for an older style that have cushion, support and comfort. This particular style lacks any of the sparkles, gems and colors that you had, leaving me sad and coming to grips with the 30 plus years we were together.
You were loved by me and I miss "us", we are just memories in my closet now, soon to part.
Missing You