Remember the night we met? How could I forget, it was a cool spring night. I decided to go to Target, not knowing I would encounter something so great. My feet beckoned me to leave the store and go home. It was a long day at work and I was emotional. My head said "Trina be strong, go home." However, my heart screamed "SHOES!" That's right, if I would have listened to my head, we would have never met, and life would have ceased to exist. It was then that I turned the corner of the shoes department, my eyes locked on you and I knew. I paid no attention to the Isaac Mizrahi heals or the Mossimo peep toes that seemed to be jumping for my attention, I found you and nothing else mattered. You laid there so lost and alone, until I held you in my hands. We belong together. Everything started to make sense, colors seemed more vibrant, and dancing seemed possible.
Remember the great times, walks in the park, Saturday morning coffee dates, casual days of shopping and errands, let's not forget the pedicures? Remember the times I snuck you into work and hid you under my desk? You brought me so much temptation and comfort. But, you were getting old, and I still wanted you; I still needed you. I didn't want to let you go, even when you started losing your tread. Remember the time I slipped on the damp cement of that Mexican restuarant? I didn't want to believe everyone, when they told me I needed to be rid of you. I actually blamed myself, saying "that was just so Trina..." It wasn't me, it was you. Now, I just want to say, I've moved on. We can't be seen together, and people will talk. You'll make a fool of me. It's better if you move on too. You can be recycled and made into something else useful. Maybe then I'll want you again.