I still wear your converse sometimes.. I don’t know, they’re just comfortable.
I wore them in pouring down rain, splashing through puddles as I hoped the nostalgia on them would wear off. (Of course I was wrong, they only created more) They were a good luck charm that day. The day I got my license. You always wanted to teach me how to drive way back when; and I didn’t even realize it but it’s almost like your feet were what passed the test. I’ll show them to my kids someday. “These were the shoes of my first love; and the shoes that showed me my first taste of freedom..” Maybe they’ll make me a little braver today.