the tale of the old pair of ripped jeans.

I once had a pair of jeans. It was my beloved.
I never thought I could love a pair of jeans that much.
I wore it proudly, I wore it everyday
I didn't realize the pair of jeans are slowly fading on me
I didn't care, I tried not to be bothered by the faded color on my jeans.
Until the jeans suddenly ripped on me.

"There's no use of stitching it. It failed on me on purpose" I thought.
So I threw it out. I couldn't care less.
I didn't want to get a new pair of jeans,
I tried shorts and pants instead.
I got over my old ripped jeans.

Until one day, I saw the old ripped jeans I threw away,
on the most cluttered corner of my closet,
waiting to be stitched.