I love shoes. I love them just as I love men. My favorite color is red and since college, I’ve always fancied wearing stilettos most especially a red one. You see, I stand at 5ft tall. I admire tall people especially tall women coz they seem so confident. Being head and shoulders above the crowd just gives you the edge. Just for the love of shoes, I bought stiletto(es), a red, black, white and brown. My favorite among the four is the red one. Its heels are 3 inches long and they are so slim, like a cigarette stick.
Well, just like my chucks, I wear these stilettos to the office and to any place I go, well, with the exception of the market place. Fashionista that I am, I pair them with capri, jeans or skirts. Wearing these stilettos reminds me of the same friend whom I fell in love with. I feel so beautiful when I'm with him. I don’t care what others say when we are together coz I know that the two of us are a lovely pair. We go walking around places just holding each other’s hands. His hand fits perfectly with mine, or so I thought.
As I go to places wearing my stilettos, I noticed how much it hurts my feet. It hurts my toes, ankle and my calf. Though, im pretty confident that I’ve got strong legs since I jog and do wall climbing, these stilettos doesn’t seem to offer any comfort after walking around with it for half a day (roughly 12hrs). I still get blisters though I wear these shoes 3 times a week and I’ve worn them for quite some time.
With this guy I love, I noticed how his indifference hurt me. It tears my whole being and no matter what happy thoughts I try to cover it with, it just couldn’t be masked. After soaking my feet in warm water and massaging it with liniment, my sore feet are relieved. Not like my broken heart, every wonderful memory is replaced with anguish. I am torn and my feet are sore, but I love him. That’s the irony of my love for shoes. ;-))
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