A Story by K.Butler

The perfect pair

Dear Right Shoe,
We were made for each other. Without you, I would be discarded, thrown out with no use. You mirror me, always right, matching me from toe to heel. You use your sole to comfort others, padding their sore feet. Sitting behind the door next you gives me the greatest feeling, wanting to intertwine our laces. Each step they take, pulling us apart, wears me down, longing to be by you. But you do your duty without question, suffering separately with me. It makes me cringe to see your toe scuff the hard ground, your laces falling undone, water dripping into your soft material, soaking you through, or the mud that splashes against you, covering your beautiful colors. And for your sake, I am glad we have only tongues, no noses. If you were to smell the sweat chilling me to the sole, or the dried mud covering my rubber bottom, or the dog poop squashed under me, I fear you would reject my love. But thank Sneakers for disregarding the ability to smell. We come as a pair and belong with each other.
                                   Left Shoe

© 2016 K.Butler

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Added on March 17, 2016
Last Updated on March 23, 2016
Tags: shoes, love letter



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