let's stay together

i got to work this morning. my favorite pen was gone. it was purple.

i had these shoes. fuschia, t-strap, peep toe, from Mr. Madden, bought on super sale. i wore them into the ground by the second go 'round. they were my favorite.

i don't think there's a better denim brand than levi's. the too-super-low-skinnies hug in all the right places. i wore them every chance i could get. i mean, they were my favorite. and the holes in both thighs are a testament to that.

and my gold aviators. love at first sight. it was like a scene in a dream, a golden apparition. except when i reached out for them, they were real. and i made them mine. my $300 shades were no match. these were priceless. and in the morning, they were gone. swiped from the dresser, never to be seen again.

but why is it that my favorites don't last? from the second you're mine i shower you with nothing but love and praise. i tell everyone about how much i love you. how there's nothing else like you. and yet i have to fight to keep you. to take you everywhere with me means that in only a matter of time, you'll be gone. so if i really love you, if you're really my favorite, you might be best kept on a shelf. so i can just look at you, admire you. and not wear you out. leaving you torn, ragged, and eventually, rendered useless. or, even worse, lost. stolen. gone.

i bought a pair of sweatpants within my first week of being there. grey. navy blue name and emblem on the left thigh. i don't even know what size. we'll call it the perfect size. and as i had done so many times in the hallways at Hewitt, I carefully and meticulously removed the hem from the bottom of the pants, and i loosened the stitching about six inches on the inner side of each pants leg. perfect. there was a matching hoodie too. not to wear together, but to love, just as much. but that never made it past sophomore year. these sweats, though, have been in it for the long haul. 8:30 classes. all nighters. bedtime. anytime. i noticed you're getting a little worn out now. i can almost see through the fabric and some burgundy thread is reminding me that we've been down this road before. but i'm gonna need you to hang on for me, please. you're my favorite.