The Perfect Fit

What if falling in love is like finding the perfect pair of heels?

Before you knew they were out there, you didn't care for them much because everyone always told you they hurt and are expensive and unrealistic, but then you find that one pair. The pair that seem to be made for you--and everyone's is different--but you they are yours. Unconditionally, without question.

Then one day, you lose the shoes on vacation, or someone borrows them and stretches them out or breaks a heal, or you trade them in for a "hot" new pair of that never really fit right like YOUR heels did. Or maybe you simply outgrow them.

After we break-up with our perfect pair, it seems we will try on just about any other if only to remember even a fraction of what the original felt like.

We might even switch teams completely and start shopping for flats or sneakers or army boots.

At some point, we might even buy a pair that damn near breaks our ankles just because we're tired of searching for that feeling again and always coming up short. We forget that they were real, worth the money and not only realistic, but practical for all outfits from day to night wear.

Is it really worth it to find an almost perfect pair? You know, the one that's color is just a little bit more dull than the original, or that's not made with real Italian leather or Swarovski crystals but rhinestones and patent leather instead. Is it worth it to settle? Maybe that almost pair is someone else's perfect pair but now they'll never find them because they are held on to by someone too afraid to find their perfect so they keep the almost. And let's face it, you aren't going to take care of your almost-perfect pair the way you would your perfect pair. In the end, nobody is happy.

As we get older, it's easy to start buying heels that are regular and lack spark because we're so busy with everything else going on in our lives. We forget, things would run smoother, we would feel better if we had that perfect pair to strut around in everyday.

So then do we really trade the perfect for the almost perfect, or like the fashion seasons, are we always changing and our idea of "perfect" changing too?