It was really not an untold story. I remember writing about it long time ago. (when my blog used to be in Multiply.)
It was a pair that makes me smile everytime I remember. Makes me evoke the good times. And then I suddenly forgot about it as time passed by. This wedge was never included in those broken pairs. Its comfort used to be different. It was real yet it seemed impossible to attain. Its story makes me remember that during those drastic walk, this pair came and gave me a different ease.
I have to admit, I did wait for it to come back. To imagine how it’s like to have it. How it’s like to walk in it. But it never happened. It just didn’t happen.
Then I met this pair again. And those smiles reminded me of those times when it did really make a difference. When I used to be happy just walking in it. Without reservations. Without expectations.
We are still happy. And the relief I find in it is still the same.
And to both of us, we wish happiness in separate ways!
Because it will always be that pair which never depicts bitterness. And like how we first met, it made me smile again and feel that composure. I somehow asked: What if? But that was only for a time before I realized:
It’s DONE. It’s enough that we crossed paths again and reminisce those good times. Like we said and accepted in ourselves, WE WERE NEVER MEANT TO BE.
Then I went back to my Mr. Shoe who is destined for that walk of forever, and without any doubt, I told myself: this is still and will always be the pair meant for me.
And this wedge will just be something to remember.
