When Papa bought you for the first time i.e., in fourth grade, I was shit scared of you. I liked the pink stripes on your angelic white body but your pointed nails, I first felt a real burden as I would always get a scratch or a cut because of my carelessness. But days passed and i got adjusted to you Spikes. You've seen the lazy side of me who at times does work outs but with shortcuts which I later realized that I gained nothing. You've also seen me work hard. Stamping you on the little green grass and on the hot synthetic tracks which were melting hot. You saw me getting defeated, you even witnessed my great victories. You've spent nine damn years with me and through these nine years never did I realize that you were the only one who's seen Claire Paul crying after each small defeat and walk confidently after every win I won in the sprints run. You've always given your 100% to me. Apparently you and me became best of friends. And now that you've died, I'm literally mourning. The way you tore apart to two pieces in the middle of my event I cried inside. You'll always be remembered for not making me fall and giving nice grip.
I love you and I will miss a hell lot. Why are you going, you could've stayed with me for some more time. Even though I buy a new spikes no shoe would take your place. Memories I've made with you; will never fade away. Bye.
Your Harsh Friend