I was in the middle of a conversation with fellow yuppies in jeans when I noticed that one of them is wearing a pair of blue Adidas sneaks. I got lost in the conversation and just stared at those sneakers with that "missing feeling" within me and thoughts of Hon keep on sinking in.
You see, Hon used to have that kind of sneakers too if not because of old age and of being almost a complete wreck, its not gonna retire yet. I cannot help but miss that blue sneakers. I am a sentimental basurera. I keep receipts, tissues, candy wrappers, gift wrappers, doodle notebooks, journals, all sort of tickets, greeting cards (most of them are older than my youngest sibling who is now 11), I still have my meme who has been keeping me company as I sleep since forever, letters, post it(s) - name it, I think I have it. Yeah, letting go has been an issue for me and for my room in years. What can I say, I am a sentimental basurera but I have changed a bit - I no longer have ex-boxes, baby!
That blue sneakers were amongst my favorite shoes for him - well, one of the things I like about being his Beb is that he ALWAYS asks me what do I like for him or what looks good on him. I appreciate that he asks. That pair of sneaks was actually the first pair of shoes I asked him to buy for himself. It was a love at first sight for me and not to mention of the countless memories that I have with that. From the many crying scenes to walking with our hands clasped, the many hugs and kisses along the streets (yeah, we're that showy!), him carrying me on his back, movies, dining, Midweek/Sunday service, UPD, Baywalk, Puerto Galera, Esteban, Iya's place, under the tree, wooden chair, old office and the list goes on.
Sigh.
Since it was old enough to retire, I no longer see them but I tackle the streets now seeing Skechers, Mendrez, Nike or World Balance walking beside me as the owner lovingly carries my hand.
