Post here when your favorite things break or wear out.
Favorite jeans, I knew when I found that small hole in your thigh that your days were numbered. But I didn't have to accelerate your demise. Today, that small hole in your thigh soothed my need to fiddle with something as I worked. Picking and caressing the fuzzy edge kept me entertained on that low-awareness level that helps me concentrate, and I love you for that. However, I regret that this fiddling led to me pulling out entire threads that wrapped all the way around your leg. I should have foreseen that the small hole in your thigh would spread and eventually your entire right leg would be hanging from the few threads that did not fall victim to my urge to fiddle. Of course, then they did, because you were doomed anyway. So now, as I walk somberly to the bedroom in you, the breeze on my right leg reminding me of your mutilation, I remove you for the last time. R.I.P., favorite jeans.
*moment of silence*