The Old Blue Jeans You Just Can't Let Go Of
I have a pair of blue jeans that i've been wearing since five years and it still fits me perfectly. Five years is a lot of time and by now they're ripped and torn out and WORN OUT but they look amazing and i love them the more. But my parents say that i have to let go of them, they make me look like a wasted guy. But i can't. I JUST CAN'T!
I have so may memories with them, so many moments we spent together and so may times when i needed them to comfort me. I have worn them everywhere, the beach, the grasslands, the deserts everywhere and jumped in the cold rivers with them. They were there with me when i was feeling alone and needed to feel better. There is not any other pair of jeans that fit me as best as them. THEY"RE MY BEST FRIEND! And nobody gets me as good as them them. They lift my spirit.
As clear from the picture above, they really mean freedom to me; like when i wear them, i feel at the top of the world, like i can do anything, like i can conquer the world and be whoever and whatever i wanna be.
But now my parents say they have got to go in the trash. They just don't like my knees showing off my skin or the ragged look they give me. I have no idea why, but they're my parents and i have to obey them.
So now that i'm on the verge of losing my loved jeans, I went on a custom search through the city malls and shops and looked everywhere to find a pair that would help me get over them a pair worthy of coming to that spot as my old ones, but to no use. All i ended up with was more depression, they can't ever replace what i have now. My jeans are MY JEANS and i can't live without them. I don't wanna let go.
My besties, I LOVE YOU!
I have so may memories with them, so many moments we spent together and so may times when i needed them to comfort me. I have worn them everywhere, the beach, the grasslands, the deserts everywhere and jumped in the cold rivers with them. They were there with me when i was feeling alone and needed to feel better. There is not any other pair of jeans that fit me as best as them. THEY"RE MY BEST FRIEND! And nobody gets me as good as them them. They lift my spirit.
As clear from the picture above, they really mean freedom to me; like when i wear them, i feel at the top of the world, like i can do anything, like i can conquer the world and be whoever and whatever i wanna be.
But now my parents say they have got to go in the trash. They just don't like my knees showing off my skin or the ragged look they give me. I have no idea why, but they're my parents and i have to obey them.
So now that i'm on the verge of losing my loved jeans, I went on a custom search through the city malls and shops and looked everywhere to find a pair that would help me get over them a pair worthy of coming to that spot as my old ones, but to no use. All i ended up with was more depression, they can't ever replace what i have now. My jeans are MY JEANS and i can't live without them. I don't wanna let go.
My besties, I LOVE YOU!