"Look Lawf," his brother started, "I know how much you love your sneakers. I mean, you guys share so much history. But I think...I think it's time you moved on."
"No," Lawf shouted, "I love my babies dearly! They've been there for me when no one else was!"
"I understand Lawf," his brother muttered, "but look at them. They're on their last leg. And in all honesty, they're kind of played out. No one wants to be seen rocking some else's sloppy seconds Lawf. Think about it."
Lawf looked down at his feet and although he hated what his brother was saying, he knew deep in his heart that his words were true. His all white Air Force Ones were now a dingy shade of Mother of Pearl, the shoes strings gray, the toe was scuffed beyond recognition, and the toe was *gasp* creased. Tears filled Lawf's eyes as he looked at his once pride and joys.
"I guess I have to do what I have to do," he thought to himself. With a heart-felt sigh, Lawf gently pried the Ones off his feet and carefully and quite lovingly threw them in the trash.
"What am I to do now," Lawf asked his brother, "I can't just walk around single," he muttered as he pointed to his feet.
"Not to worry little brother, I got you covered. Close your eyes."
Although slightly disbelieving, Lawf closed his eyes. His brother was a true shoe guru, and if he said he had Lawf covered, it was undoubtedly true.
"Okay, you can open your eyes," his brother said.
So Lawf did just that, and the sight he saw was so beautiful, so gorgeous, it brought tears to his eyes and a tingle to his toes:
"Oh big bro," Lawf cried, "they're...they're so beautiful! I don't know if I can choose any specific one!"
"Choose," his big brother asked, "who said you had to choose one?"
"What do you mean?" Lawf whispered.
"Welcome," his brother whispered back, "to your love affair with footwear."