There comes a point in every girls life when we find the one. The one who fits in with everyone around them and works for every situation you may find yourself in. They make us feel secure and confident and like we could walk New York Fashion week. They hug us when we cry and cling to us in times of distress.

I'm talking about our favorite pair of pants.

But just like the amazing moment that we met, there comes a time when every relationship has run it course. Sometimes they meet their demise by a rogue splash of paint or one bad fall that ripped its knee. My pants and I ended due to an unfix-able hole on my inner thigh. A hole unable to be fixed because it's not on a seam, it would be be tormented to unyielding thread in a spot that stretches when it's needed.

You were the perfect mix of jeggings and skinny jeans. You were faded denim and had permanent creases at the ankle from where I always cuff you because I was too short. You matched every tshirt and jacket I own, you match every style of shoe I decided to pair with you and you did it flawlessly. You were like a second skin without being restricting. If I wanted to, I probably could've kick boxed or danced ballet in you.

But our relationship wasn't defined by the beginning or the end. It's about everything that we did together. From work to parties to concerts, you were with me through it all. There will be no pants like you. No other pair will hug my legs the way you did or make me feel as confident as you made me feel. There will be other amazing pants in my life, but you will always hold a place in my heart.

It's not fair that we didn't get a lot of time together, but I guess that's what happens when you buy gently used pants for $6. You were already worn a bit and we didn't get as much time together as we could have. But that will never change the time we spent together.

Everyone that knew you could see my love for you. I would make sure I did laundry so I could wear you for any semi important event I went to; anyone who knows me knows I hate doing laundry so if that doesn't show my love I'm not sure what will.

Life is full of ups and downs, life and death. You saw me at my best and worst times, and in the end I saw you at the best and worst too. I saw you ripped, torn, covered in clay or mud, 5 days without being washed, and wrinkled beyond comprehension. No matter what I mistakenly dropped on you or wiped on you, you hugged my legs and protected me from the world around me.

So to my favorite pants, thank you for your support and protection throughout our short time together. You wil be remembered in every picture I see you in and the next pair of perfect pants will have big pant legs to fill (ehh...that was kind of funny right?).