This is how I felt when I checked on ASSIN for my daily gaze at my Ann Demeulemeester boots.
Only to find them gone.
Out of my reach. Not even in my most fanciful of imaginings will I be able to reach them.
They have left my sight, my grasp, and onto the UNAPPRECIATIVE FEET OF SOME TWINKIE WHO WILL NEVER LOVE THEM AS MUCH AS I DO.
*keels over to dry heave*
The best part of this?
I'm not joking about how much it hurts.
Over a pair of boots.
Good to know that my heart isn't dead.
Its just been hiding in my shoe closet.