Tonight I'm reminiscing about my favorite pair of sunglasses throughout 2010 and the stupid way that I lost them. God I loved them. They weren't even expensive. I was at American Eagle Outfitters, just waiting in line to pay, and happened to glance over to the rack of sunglasses. There were these gorgeous multi-colored glasses; the frame was several tones of teals, and blues, and bronze. I fell in love and we began our lovely courtship that day.
I took them everywhere. On my daily commute to work every morning. On my trip to Atlanta and Savannah. On my several trips to the Keys. We were inseparable. They framed my face comfortably, not marking my overly sensitive nose like other sunglasses tend to. We just understood each other. I thought we'd be together forever.
But tonight I reminisce on how a stupid careless move on my part, left them unguarded on the front seat of his car. I should've known better. He was a liar and a cheat... how could I trust him with something so dear to me? I called him soon after he left me at home and while talking to him, I realized the giant mistake I had just made. He denied the glasses were in his car.
Really??? He had lied about all kinds of shit... but lie about my sunglasses???
Unless they teleported into space during the walk from his car to my doorstep, they had to be there. I had been fiddling with them in his car while we argued for over an hour, keeping my nervous hands busy so they wouldn't find themselves punching him in the face.
In the end, I shrugged off my defeat. He won. He probably kept the glasses so he could give them to his other significant other. With sunglasses or not, that was the day I began to see clearly whom he really was.
But fuck I miss my glasses.
