Like Family

Seeing you sitting there, broken and torn, I know that our time together has come to an end. I still remember the day that we met. A beautifully sunny day in early fall, the colors of the trees had taken that week to fully change from their fantastically green realm to that of shiny gold and red leaves that warm the soul on a chilly day. I was out with some friends for the day and we hit the shops or some quality girl time. We must have spent hours hopping from store to store, trying on delightful outfits and cute dresses while seriously discussing any and every little thought. That’s when I saw you, across the room in the far aisle. No matter how many times I looked away, my eyes couldn’t wander for very long. I couldn’t just run straight up and put my hands on you, I had to skulk around like a predator, catching glimpses of that superior frame, until I was convinced I had to have you. I remember eventually smiling and introducing myself, and knowing full well that we would be great together. From that point on we were together more often than we were apart.
Sure occasionally I would have to leave you behind. Frequently if we girls were headed out to a club or a party, you may not have been invited. There was also the time that grandmamma died and I just couldn’t take you to the funeral, even though I truly wished to do so. Most of my favorite memories, you were with me the whole step of the way. We were together at my sister’s birthday party downtown. She and I had a little too much fun and I felt like I could barely keep my footing after so many drinks, but you never let me down or fall over. You were there to make sure I made it home safe and sound. I also remember stepping on you the next morning because you laid next to my bed, right on the floor all night. I know it hurt but we both survived.
There was also the time that I was nearly fired from work, but you helped save the day. Being an event planner requires long hours on my feet, and that fateful day was no different. Everything for the party was going wrong, the chef prepared the wrong menu and had to start from the very beginning, the floral arrangements were hours late, and one particular huffy employer was in my face all day. You were there to support me through everything. You assisted me when I went back and motivated the kitchen staff, you held me stable while I was on a step ladder hanging decorations along the walls, and when the flowers finally arrived, you were right there to help me run around like a sprinter to have them all placed before the guests walked through the door.
Now however, you are here, laying cradled in my arms while trying desperately to save what life is left. Everything I have received has been a blessing, but you are far too broken for repair, and before I must give you up, you need to know exactly how I feel.
I love you, I will miss you, I will never forget the times we had together, because, you were my favorite pair of shoes.