we had some good times, didn't we? what am i saying? no, we didn't. in fact, on a fairly regular basis, you destroyed my feet.
memorable times. that is what we had. because though you destroyed my feet, though it hurt for my feet to be in you even when i was sitting down, i wore you All The Time.
to a singles mixer at the MCA in 2007. to meggie's wedding that summer. to meet jmills for dinner at the pasta bowl in 2008. to another wedding in 2009. to pennsylvania in the summer of 2010. to interview the step-brother in newport in august 2011. for game night in february 2012. and to fancy small group night last month.
now, i've a good memory, yellow shoes, but do you know why i remember literally every single time i have worn you? because every single time, you destroyed my feet.
and yet, i persisted in wearing you. because you were beautiful and because i really wanted this to work out. but there comes a time in every relationship when you've really got to face the facts and the fact is, try as i might, things are never going to work well between us.
your pointy toes are always going to push the bones of my feet to assume positions that are simply unstainable for periods longer than half a minute. your low heel is always going to be of a height that does not accommodate the extreme arches of my barbie feet. and your knife-like edges are always going to blister my heels in a matter of seconds.
dear yellow shoes, the price of wearing you is always going to be blood. i deserve better. i know that now.