Dear Jeans,
You know that I love you right? I say that because I want you to know that I know. I know that you are thinking of leaving me. And Jeans, my most favourite, most comfortable Jeans, I really don’t want you to go.
It’s not that you have said anything but I found the hole Jeans. I found the hole that indicates the beginning of the end. And I know I deserve you leaving me – I’ve worn you out with my constant demands and unending co-dependency – but I still need you. I’m just not ready to give up wearing you on those cold study days in front of the computer, and I’m really not ready to stop wearing you out (remember the cool Metal gig we went to on Friday night, I bet you would really miss me taking you to things like that if you left).
I have such fond memories of the day that we met and you were so cleverly on sale and I brought you home and we fell in love. I had hesitations at first, but you grew on me Jeans, you made me feel better when I was sad, and you never gave up on me like my Skinny Jeans did after I ate too much at Christmas.
I’m sorry it’s been so hard for you, but I love you Jeans. If you try to hang in there I promise I’ll cherish you until cloth do us part.
Love Gemma
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Dear jeans, sorry for all the beer farts and curry sharts, I’m surprised you lasted this long… although it could be worse my dear brown denim wonders, after all you could be BLYTHE’S jeans!
George. Haha. In other news, I am currently wearing a hooded, red jumper you might remember, Gemma. Yes, I brought it with me to Seoul. I wear it around my apartment. I couldn’t bear to part with it. x