div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"She'll see them one day. A pair of bright red Converse sitting in a shop window. She looks at them and thinks back to a time and a man who needed those shoes. She'll go into the shop and buy the shoes, but they aren't in her size. She'll take them home and put them in the back of her closet. She pulls them out and looks at them sometimes, but she never wears them. They are never touched by constant running. Years later, they still look brand new. /div
div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"-/div
div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"He'll find them one day. He'll be looking around for one specific thing, but suddenly he pulls them up. A pair on bright red converse, with holes in the sides and worn down soles. They remind him of someone he once knew. He doesn't wear them anymore, he favors bow ties now, but he takes them back to his room. He put them under his bed, and pulls them out sometimes to look at. He never wears them though. Years later, when the bow tie is gone and he favors a nice coat, he pulls them out again. He looks at them, and they're still old and worn, but well loved. He puts them back in the closet where he found them, because that time is passed now. /div
div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"-/div
div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"They'll both remember the memories those shoes had with them. The brand new pair that is just an echo of the worn and loved pair that traveled the universe, and the old pair that is never worn after their time is up. And sometime in the far far future, the new pair is still never worn, until her daughter, whose father is a man that is a replacement for one she once knew, finds them. She try's them on and smiles, and takes off running. And soon that pair matches their twin in the other universe. And they are alike, but different, because the memories made with them are completely different. /div
div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"-/div
div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"He'll find them one day. He'll be looking around for one specific thing, but suddenly he pulls them up. A pair on bright red converse, with holes in the sides and worn down soles. They remind him of someone he once knew. He doesn't wear them anymore, he favors bow ties now, but he takes them back to his room. He put them under his bed, and pulls them out sometimes to look at. He never wears them though. Years later, when the bow tie is gone and he favors a nice coat, he pulls them out again. He looks at them, and they're still old and worn, but well loved. He puts them back in the closet where he found them, because that time is passed now. /div
div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"-/div
div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"They'll both remember the memories those shoes had with them. The brand new pair that is just an echo of the worn and loved pair that traveled the universe, and the old pair that is never worn after their time is up. And sometime in the far far future, the new pair is still never worn, until her daughter, whose father is a man that is a replacement for one she once knew, finds them. She try's them on and smiles, and takes off running. And soon that pair matches their twin in the other universe. And they are alike, but different, because the memories made with them are completely different. /div