Boots...

Dear Boots,

You've been so good for me.
You are now very worn out.
I love you though, and I'm not ready to retire you.
I am forced with the decision of replacing you...and I have not been able to find any that are anywhere near as perfect as you have been.
But now, you are scuffy...losing your shape...and the heel is all scuffed up.

I'm going to miss you, but I just dont think I can wear you anymore.

Love,
Lainey-Paney