Mary Janes

I still remember how these shoes had part in me. When it seemed i can wear it with anything. A-line plaid skirt, stockings, ruffled white top; goes well in uniforms. Very chic. Very young. Very old school. (so last season!)

It was useful. It was good. It was old.

For a long time, i kept it. Locked in its box. Away.

I did not even bother to look at it. Or to use it (again). But these shoes still know how to get on me. Tempting me to try (again) another fit. I stared at it. Looked at its marks caused by old times.

Stained.

I remember the longest walk in these shoes. Tiring. Painful. Until i gave up and removed it. There won't be any way to regain its value.

Old.

Worthless.

I am done with my Mary Janes. I just have to keep it until i'll forget i even had a pair.

Dear You,

As much as you want to try it the right way this time... It won't ever have that "perfect" fit.

Thank you for the apologies i have been wanted to hear.

No more bitterness. No remorse. we are done.

Just let me.

Until here,

Me.

Barefoot

As i wanted to be sure, wanted to let go, walk away and never look back... there's something hard pinning my toes.Pain.I looked down and saw them bleeding.I realized, I was barefoot.

Barely walking.

Empty.

Flawed.

I turned around to see where i left my shoes. They were just there.Still.In that place where i left them.As "all of them" are passing by, my shoes were just watching... as they are all moving on.Time made them old. But never cleaned their flaws.Nothing seems different from the day i left them. They were just there.I want this to end.I want this to just die.But it keeps on growing... getting older..As i keep on telling myself that i'm "Done"... It just keeps on starting (all over again), and i'm tired. ..

Tired of walking Barefoot.

YOU stepped on my shoe!

Truth hurts.

You were wearing that old wooden platform, you walked straight to me- looked at me from head to toe and just like that... you stepped on my 3inches red pumps! I wanted to laugh it out, as if i can feel it. But i saw the mark your wooden heel left on the shiny face of my shoe. My heart was screaming in too much irritation! Your cheap shoe cannot just leave a mark on my favorite pair.. on my personality.. on me.

But you're right and it's true. I just have to admit iam hurting because this is me. I know i am wrong.
I am sorry and thank you because that scratch you left in my shoe will always remind me to make it right this time.

broken heel

She perfectly sways as she walks in those heels. Confidence shouts in every step she makes. She balances her stand and follows the invisible straight line. She carries them with regal and remarkable poise as she justifies that catwalk. "Perfect" - - she thinks.

Suddenly, her right foot missed to follow the next step. Something weakened her stand as if it was about to give up. She panicked as she looked down to check what was wrong.. but it was too late. She fell-- the heel was broken.

She tried to fix it and made it look like nothing was wrong. She stood up and tried to walk .. but as she stepped again, she couldn't balance well. She tried harder, pretended it will soon be the same as how she used to carry herself.
Then she tripped.
Fell again.
This time, harder.
And she was hurt.

It has no way to make the broken heel stand again.
She put the shoes back in its box. Keep one good memory of it and let go.
She's hurt. .
And no matter what she does, when she's hurt, she's hurt. There are things she can't take back.

The hardest thing to break is not a fragile, gullible heart. It's actually the stoned one.The once broken and already repaired. Because when it's broken, it just doesn't bleed. It doesn't rip. it became beyond repair. It shatters into pieces, and no amount of mighty bond (no matter how strong) can put it back together

.. just like that broken heel. And it can never be the same again no matter how many times you fix it.

I''ll just be here. To watch. To listen. I believe she will have that perfect walk again- leaving the broken heel behind. But for now, i am holding your hands as you walk away.

I believe in you, tough one!

that one perfect fit!

It's like my (used to be) favorite pair of tweed heel with embelishment that were not only reserved for formal wear but perfect with any crisp and sophisticated attire- ensembles glamour and shouts fashion!...Even jeans glammed up with this pair... with vengeance when worn with skirt that can draw an impossible hour-glass figure in me. (can you believe the powerful mystery of shoes! haha)

Then one day... I noticed its glow was not as before. The glam appeal doesn't attract me at all.. even when worn with black gown that sparkles like raindrops. I suddenly got tired wearing it... afraid to realize, it doesn't fit me anymore.. it hurts my feet badly... it seems it doesn't match any of my outfit anymore... it doesn't match me at all! I then removed it.. put it in its box and kept it- - away from me to see and be tempted to wear it AGAIN... to just ENDURE the PAIN that causes my feet and SACRIFICE the deadly statement it can conclude to a style...

I keep looking.. (and buying) to replace that pair that has been worn out by time. They are all attractive, fashinable, expensive, colorful...but nothing seems APPROPRIATE! The fit is NOT as PERFECT as my choice.

Should I go for COMFORT or the feeling of LOOKING GOOD? Should i ENDURE pain from something so tight or tolerate the BARENESS when the size isn't just for me?...
More (and more) pairs to come my way... until i will have that Cinderella shoe- -as I wait (patiently) for my pair.. with its perfect fit!