You were so tempting.  The way your racing stripes caressed the curves of your body.  I loved the way your bright green laces stood out against your bright purple background.  So bright, so…very, very bright.  Inside you were pretty in pink.  I even believed the store clerk when he said, “they run a little small, so you should go up a size, bigger is better”.  Yes, I said, as I reached for my credit card and took you home.  The days cheerily passed by.  People stared at us when we were together.  They said, we make such a great pair.  I thought that it was forever, or at least for six months or 500 miles whatever came first.

But you betrayed me.  I thought you would support me, but you left me with blisters on my heels.  I had hope you’d come around, but frankly I’m tired and ready to move on, Asics.  I’ve found….somebody new.  Surely, you understand.  What type of lady would I be if I just settled?  Who is it you ask?

Well, if you must know.  He provides the stability I need.  He makes me feel so good from my toes all the way up to my knees.  He’s bright and cheery and frankly I like his laces a whole lot better than yours.  I’m sorry Asics, but you should have known better.  Mr. Brooks knows how to treat a lady!