Take a walk in my shoes - by Jordana Thomas.

If inanimate items could be your friends, my shoes would be the best. I first got my only-edition-brown-and-pink converse from America in the spring of 2005. I wasn't too sure about them when I first tried them 0n, but they were just so comfortable. At the time I was working in central London and somehow I got away with wearing them under my smart trousers. So incidentally these shoes have seen everything I have for the last three years.

I was good to them for months, until I got some news at work. My boyfriend called me to confess he had cheated on me. So I collected myself from the desk and calmly walked to the bathroom. I kicked a toilet so hard I broke two of my littlest toes, then took my shoes off to look at my feet and cried all over them. They've held me as my world crumbled, they've been on at many numerous hospital appointments, they've seen loved ones suffer, they peek out of my bag at funerals.

I've also had the best memories of my life in these shoes. Meeting my best friend and all our adventures, travelling, starting university, first kisses, even clubbing, my shoes have been there. These aren't just shoes they are part of me, they are adorned with signatures of my loved ones and bored doodles. Every hole tells a story.
I've now bought new converse, but can't bring myself to wear them. We've changed so much yet we've both stayed the same. Shoes though you now damage my feet and don't stop the cold, I might have to stop wearing you but I can never get rid of you.