Given the choice of practicality or fashion, I chose both…kinda.
You see, winter is coming and I need boots as I have completely forgotten where I kept my pair. It might be in another city to be honest but I’m too lazy to go hunting. I should probably have a pair for winter or frostbite is gonna get me good.
I was at the store today and I had the intention of getting boots but then my eyes happened to catch a glimpse of Mr. Chuck Taylor. I swear, it was love at first sight.
Now, the question is, do I go with the strong, stable boot that will support and protect me? The boot that will cuddle my feet and tickle my calves?
Or do I go with the suave Mr. Taylor who I fell hard for. The one that gets my heart beating and my cheeks flushed. The one that compliments all my outfits and ignites a passion in me I thought had died. The one that will get people screaming “yaaas kween slay”. My life flashed before my eyes and I made my choice.
I went with passion.
I’m happy to report that Mr. Taylor and I will be going on a honeymoon where we shall swag all day. I’m sorry Mr. Boot, I’m sure I will regret this decision come winter but the heart wants what it wants.