I’ve had this pair of shoes for months. I know they’re not that pretty (in fact, Ian once called them ‘old lady’s shoes’), but I love them. I love them very much that I used them almost every day. Even when they started to show some signs that they would be broken at any time, I still kept using them. I forced them until they finally gave up. Today, they’re really torn apart.
Someone asked me why I didn’t try to fix them. Well, it’s too late, isn’t it? I mean, look at them. There’s nothing I can do. Even if tried, they wouldn’t last any longer. Maybe it’s best to just put them off.
Those flat brown shoes will always be in my heart, even though I already bought a new pair. Because I love them. Since the beginning to the very end.
Sincerely,
Putdar.