Wore that out of spite.

I have been trying to erase a person from my mind and heart. It´s been pretty much impossible to achieve my goal. No matter how many new pairs of shoes I buy (or actually my dad buys for me), his image appears everywhere: from the mirrors at the fitting room to the cash register. Even the security guard looks like him. So, three days ago, I went out shopping taking advantage of ZARA sales. I went directly to the shoe area, and decided to get a pair of shoes, or maybe two. But this time I wasn't going to buy the kind of shoes that I always buy: confortable and fashionable ones. No, I went out that day with the idea of getting a new me, a new pair of shoes, a new wardrobe, because I wanted to be new. And I wanted that 'cause maybe, if I became a different person, I wouldn't have that horrible image of my old young love. I was going to be a different woman, with a clean heart, with a blank after the phrase: "I Love _____".
Fuck love, and fuck confortable shoes.
And there I was, getting the highest heels in the store. I couldn't even walk to see them infront of a mirror, so I got pretty much an idea of how painful this new life was going to be, but still, I was positive that the pain that those shoes will cause me was nothing compare with the constant nightmares that my old young love brings me every fucking night.
I got those unwalkable shoes, a really short short brown leather skirt and three silk blouses: one see through with flowers, one black one with cute withe buttons and one leopard print (by now, you should now that my favorite color is leopard print). So I was determinated to look like a whore, but a fashionable one. I wasn't going to be the cute fashionable girl who loves a mother fuck*r who lives far far away from me. No more love, just hate speaking from my clothes. It was going to be a bitter version of myself, but with more legs and letting my bras do the talking.
At the end of my shopping journey, carrying two bags in each of my hands, I walked outside of the store confident about my choices.
It's been three days since that and I haven't wore my new me, which was on sale, how sad could it be. But I think that today is the day. The beautiful weather in this city allows me to wear a tiny skirt in full winter season, without wearing any tights on my recently tan legs.
Au revoir old me, sayonara old young love, hasta la vista memories, I hope tonight my new clothes write a new story, a one without your name on it, a one that erases you forever.