Funny thought :)
I was thinking about the people (mostly men) who go in and out of my life. I go through them like i go through shoes. I wear them for as long as possible and then one day I wake up and notice a hole. I try to fix it but eventually my feet start to hurt and they end up in the trash, usually against my will. Or maybe it was a pair that I really loved at first but changed my mind over time. Or a pair that didn't fit, even if I tried. Maybe there will always be a pair that I'll always love. Or I just flat out lose them! Or I just don't have the pair that fits perfect and goes with everything. I get really attached to my shoes....
