I'm in Mourning.

You've been there for me through thick and thin. When I couldn't find an outfit to wear, I put you on and my outfit was an instant hit. If I wore you with a skirt, you made me a vixen. If I wore you with skinny jeans, you made me skinny. During fat days, I would put on a flowy shirt and you immediately made my legs look defined, and fat turned to phat!

You have been there with me when I wore you in the rain and even in the snow. I had no right to do that to you. I'll admit it, sometimes I didn't treat you like I should have. You were still a trooper for 5 years and didn't bail out on me during a time I was trying to impress. I thank you for that.

I would like to remember you during the good times.


Girl, I'm happy you didn't bail on me that night. I had a date with someone who wasn't my bf just yet. Hi hubs!




And here you were, brand spanking new. I was so proud to wear you. I received a great deal of pleasure enjoying how jealous my girlfriends were that I found you and they hadn't.


It hurts me to see you like this but I promise not to remember you this way.



I know you would want me to put on my big girl pants, wipe the tears from my face and just get out there and start searching. I appreciate that you don't want me to lose out on the chance that I might find something equally beautiful, but not purchase it, because of the fear that I might feel this hurt again. I will try to find another one, but just know that you were my first boot love and no boot will ever compare.

Please join me for a moment of silence for my most favorite pair of boots. Thank you.