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It seemed funny to me,she walked out of my life without her shoes,is that irony,or am I thinking of something else?In a way I was glad they were still here,she would have to come back for them,right?I mean how could she go on with the rest of her life without her shoes? UGG stiefel online kaufen But she's not coming back,I know she isn't,she would rather walk barefoot over glass than have to see me again.But Christ she left all of her shoes!All of them,every sneaker,boot and sandal,every high heel and clog,every flip-flop.What do I do?Do I leave them here,or bag them up and throw them in the trash?Do I look at them every morning when I get dressed and wonder why she left them? She knew it, she knows what's she's doing.I can't throw them out for fear she may return for them someday. handtaschen shop I can't be rid of myself of her completely with all her shoes still in my life, can't dispose of them or the person that walked in them.

Her shoes,leaving a deep footprint on my heart,I can't sweep it away.All I can do is stare at them and wonder,stare at their laces and straps their buttons and tread.They still connect me to her though,in some distant bizarre way they do.I can remember the good times we had,what pair she was wearing at that moment in time.They are hers and no else's, damen handtaschen she wore down the heels,and she scuffed their sides,it's her fragile footprint imbedded on the insole.I sit on the floor next to them and wonder how many places had she gone while wearing these shoes,how many miles she walked in them, what pair was she wearing when she decided to leave me?I pick up a high heel she often wore and absently smell it,it's not disgusting I think,it's just the last tangible link I have to her.The last bit of reality I have of her.She left her shoes;she took everything else,except her shoes.They remain at the bottom of my closet,a shrine to her memory.

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