Symbiotic

I’ve got difficult feet; I know that. Not many shoes fit them, they hurt a lot, they demand attention. So I’d like to thank you, old pair of boots, for the support you’ve given me over the years. I’ve veered between giving you the attention you deserve; polishing, zip replacements, re-heeling, to taking you completely for granted for months at a time. You are just there. Your creases fit my creases, you protect me, keep me safe. I remember when you were new and exciting and I showed you off to everyone and made them all jealous. I don’t have to do that anymore and we're still both beautiful in our worn ways. We go together and sometimes I think you’re part of me. But you are your own thing, with your own life. Sometimes your dodgy zip drives me mad, and I have to do you up carefully these days. Sometimes you are cantankerous, which old boots have every right to be. Of course there have been others before you, but you are special, different, wonderful. You fit me perfectly and I hope you feel the same way, but I know you could have made many others equally happy.

Neither of us will last forever, but I promise I will take more care of you and do my best to keep us together for as long as possible. X X X