It was a good run, it really was. We celebrated the good times, and survived the bad times too.
Do you remember when we had our first dance together? You were with me every nervous step of the way.
You were with me when I first learned how to do a jump shot and with me the very first time I dunked……..on an 8ft hoop.
My friends said we wouldn’t last, that we would outgrow each other, and that you and I were just a phase. My friends told me that I was immature. They said that we had no business being together, especially in a work setting.
Look at us now. 29 years after our first encounter, we still stop to take photos together. With my phone out, we still hit them angles like we fabo. We proved society wrong and are still here together.
But lately like Jodeci, I’ve had the strangest feeling. Do we still feel the same way that we once did?
I feel like you don’t look at me the way you used to, that you don’t really want me like you used to. It seems like we are not even that comfortable walking together anymore.
Is that same passion and fire that once ignited us still there? Are we still lit? Are we still meant to be together?
I’m sorry. It’s not you, it’s me.
Js, this isn’t a forever good bye. I just need some time to explore, to get to know myself independently without you.
It’s just a little break from the norm as I begin the next chapter of my sneaker life.
It’s not you, it’s me.