Farewell My Denim Friend

You were made in Jordan, but I bought you around two years ago at the Salvation Army somewhere in Upstate New York for about two dollars. I don't know what kind of life you had before I rescued you, but I like to think I gave you a good, loving home. You and I, we had some fun times over the years.

Remember that time we went hiking:



Or when we saw a glacier:



Matt even bought you flowers for Christmas:



But we both knew the good times couldn't last forever. We started to outgrow each other. I had to keep tightening my belt to keep you with me.



And you changed as you aged, you became faded, weak, and frail to the point that I couldn't wear you for fear of hurting you.



So now we come to the end of our relationship, you were the best companion a girl could ask for. You weren't demanding, I never had to shave my legs for you. You accommodated my ever changing weight, and you never once complained when I wore you for a week straight, which I did often.

I don't know what your wishes would have been, but I'm going to place your remains in the dumpster out back. Maybe some homeless person will find you, who knows, you might even end up as part of an art project. All I know is that our journey together is over.