Incoherent Thoughts Organized Into Neat Paragraphs

like a pair of boots

I want to be loved like a favorite pair of boots.
Gingerly at first,
Not wanting to ruin them.
Avoiding puddles and mud.

Then with confidence,
Knowing they can handle this.

I want to be loved like your favorite pair of boots.

The pair of boots that go with everything.

And even when they are dirty,
even when they are torn,
Even when they are old and everyone says you should really go buy a new pair.
You say,
I can't do that, these are my favorite pair of boots. No other could compare.