This is how I felt when I checked on ASSIN for my daily gaze at my Ann Demeulemeester boots.
Only to find them gone.
Sold.
Kapoof.
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.
NEVER, EVER!
*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.
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