I’ve continued to wear them as though they’re still the same boots I loved back in November.
But the truth is that they’re not the same. They’re dusty and weather-worn and, without the dual rose medallions binding us together, our relationship has reached a crisis point.
But, hey, what can I say? It’s hard to let go. I have dreams of restoring my favorite boots to their former glory.
So, I beseech you: can anybody point me to a magical Manhattan cobbler (I hear such people exist) who might be able to replace that missing rose?