The perfect fit


You are like my favorite pair of jeans that I will always love.
  
I put them away in the back of the closet and forget about them.

But eventually I'll look for something back there and when I see them I can't help but pull them out and try them on.
 
And they always fit just right and are comfortable and perfectly worn in all the best ways.
 
And somehow when I wear them everything feels right with the world for just a minute and I'm taken back to this perfect moment.

But I know I can't wear them everyday or they will get too worn and tear or fade and the beauty will be ruined. 
   
So I look at them with longing and I  put them in the back of the closet again.

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