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.
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