I bought my first pair of Converse Chuck Taylor when I was 15 years old. They were navy blue and white, just like the ones above. I remember that I felt very 'punk' and alternative in them and that my boyfriend at that time made fun of me for looking like a communist (obviously, I broke up with him in exchange of a more understanding boy). Those were the days.
Now maybe you're wondering why I'm writing this. It's just that I put them out for sale yesterday and a woman just bought them. After 9 years of doing everything together they are now with someone else. I was THIS close from snatching them from her hands and telling her that there had been a mistake. That they weren't up for sale. 'Cause even though I couldn't wear them (they were in horrible shape) I didn't want anyone else to have them. Would she be good to them? Show them places I never did? Maybe change the laces even?
But I didn't say a thing. Just took the money, said "Thank you, please come again" and waved good-bye.
God. I have to stop relating to garments as old lovers.
Am I crazy to feel like this?
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