Well, this is an awkward letter to write as it’s been so long since we last saw each other. I mean, like, three, possibly four years. Wow, that’s a pretty decent stretch of time, with two little people having been produced in-between.
I know we’ve both seen other people during our time apart. You spent A LOT of time with a hanger in the wardrobe and I’ve had a fairly intense affair with leggings. I don’t want to get into a whole Ross & Rachel situation here, but before you fly off the handle, we were on a break.
I hate to admit it, but I miss you. Leggings were great and we were genuinely happy together for a long time…possibly too long. We got comfy and that’s where familiarity breeds contempt. They don’t know me like you do, jeans. We’ve got history. For such a long time we were inseparable and to not have you in my life now feels weird. Wrong, even.
So I’m putting my feelings on the line and making a promise to you – now the little people have stopped using my uterus as temporary housing, I want us to be together again. I know there’s a lot of water (and cake…and biscuits…ok, ok, and a more-than-was-necessary amount of chocolate, too) under the bridge, but I think we can get through it.
If you promise to be kind and we take things slowly, I reckon we can get back to our denim best. I may need to tuck the remains of my post-pregnancy pouch (which refuses to budge, I might add) into your waistband, but I think we both know that neither of us is perfect.
Not long now dear jeans, not long now.
With love and anticipation… x
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