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Isn't it funny how some relationships are like shoes. You see a nice pair of shoes in the show window. You keep passing and checking them out. Sometimes going to the mall or store just to see the shoes. Patiently waiting until payday so you can final buy them.

So payday has finally reached, you go into the store try on the shoes they feel like heaven, you walk up and down and they fit soooo comfortable.

You are waiting for your special night to wear your new shoes. The night has come and you are looking the sexiest you have ever looked in your life. After two hours of wearing your shoes your feet begin to hurt and you can't take off your shoes. So you have to suffer through the rest of the night, smiling and pretending that everything is okay.
You finally reach home and can take off your shoes, your poor feet look all battered, puffy and swollen. So you soak them, rub them and then crawl into bed.

The next morning, your feet still hurt but not as much as before.

You realize that it is only after wearing the shoes and getting to know them that they didn't fit as well as you would have liked.