I used to live on wheels and in high heels. I drove everywhere and saw walking as a punishment. If friends suggested a hike, I’d meet them at the top, in my car.
Then came Dave, and walking didn’t feel like exercise; it was just being with him. I didn’t notice the distance on those early dates as he led me through the city, keeping me entertained with quick wit and constant banter.
Shoes became tools. Legs were no longer just decoration. The girl who once drove while others walked learned that love puts comfortable sandals on your feet, and gives you someone worth following.