I have new shoes. Not literally. Figuratively. I'm not wishing for someone else to walk in them to understand something about me. I need to learn how to walk in them. I'm in a great relationship that shows much promise of silver lined clouds, an emotional pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, etc., etc.
The shoes are new, pretty, flashy and of designer quality. I'm simply afraid I'm going to fall down.
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