I’ve known the end was coming for a while. You recognise the signs, even when you don’t want to. Even when, really, things are still okay between you, and some days feel like they always did. Until finally, something snaps, and it’s over – just like that. There’s no going back now.
It hurts, too – at least, it does when your hard worn elastic thread pings free and whips you about the ribs. Fool I am, I let her do it three times before the end – each time hoping it didn’t mean what I knew it really meant – that our time together was over. The lies we tell for love.
It’s time to face the truth. My beautiful, bright pink, no longer available Freya Jolie bra is dead. May she recycle in peace.
There’ll be other bras, of course. Hell, there are other bras. But I loved this one. Comfortable, supportive, and the absolute perfect shape and fit for my body, for me Freya’s classic Jolie is a real hero bra for me. And the pink was my favourite – she mixed-and-matched so well, was impossibly discreet underneath sheer tops, always comfortable but never drab… I know there will be other loves, but it’s hard to image how I’ll replace her. Farewell old friend *sniff*.