It’s ok if the favorite shoe doesn’t fit any more. The arch crushed, the heel worn from age. The soul tired from walking, and the laces long broken. They don’t hug your feet like they used to, or compliment your gait. Goodbye isn’t always so simple as throwing them away. They’re companions from a different life. All the paths and trails and mountains and puddles and rocks. They hold your secrets and are part of what made you...you. The very grit and sweat and blood and tears of you.
But the shoes aren’t you.
And you can let them go.
It’s okay.
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