I let those holes be. No patches, no repairs. I thought that they gave my jeans its own character. Tattered as it was, I loved that pair of jeans. My skin rejoiced at the sensation, feeling at home in it--those jeans felt like second skin actually.
But one day my jeans disappeared. I searched high and low to no avail. Turns out that my mother gave it away along with other things "to charity." Evidently she didn't look at those Levi's the same way I did: to her it was just an old pair of tattered jeans.
Sometimes we come across things or people in our lives with whom we've become so comfortable so effortlessly. The length of time spent together can be irrelevant...a couple of months or years can bond the two of you irrevocably and you think "Jeez, where was I before you came along? Where would I be now if you hadn't come along?"
Sometimes, though, unexpected things happen. A newer phone model comes out, or that someone is moving on and doesn't have that much time to spend with you anymore, or your favorite pair of jeans is given away to charity. And you find yourself missing it terribly, but life goes on. At least that's what you constantly try to tell yourself.
I just hope those Levi's went to a person who loved it as much as I did.
By Avril Lavigne