The Keeper: Shoes

I bought this one on 2013. The first shoes I bought with my own money. My fourth salary? I can't recall.

Since the first day it's with me, I didn't wear any other shoes. It was the shoes I wore day and night. Work and off days.

Second year, I start to buy new shoes. 

Just because it starts to rip.

Rain. Motorcycle. Optionless.

But, it is still my favourite one. I wear it more than I wear the other new shoes. 

We had a connection. A strange one.

It is the witness of ups and downs.

My good deeds and sins.

It used to be my third spirit.

It just a pair of shoes. Yes.

Shoes that became the witness of my crucial life's transition. 

Since the day I was trapped, till the day I was freed.

Today, it is its third year.

Never imagine we could be this far.

Because it doesn't look (or made for) like it could be wore this long. 

But today, seems like the last day I could wear it.

It shows more ripped parts.

I can feel my socks get wet when I step on the road afterrain.

It's severed.

But, it is still my favourite.
Lifetime favourite.