Dear Worn Out Blue Jeans,
I'm so sorry that it's come to this. You know I've tried to keep you with me as long as possible. How could I not when you've been so generous to me. Hugging in all the right places and giving a little in others. And I won't even try to describe how soft you've become.
You were there during those awfully long chemistry labs, when I finally finished with school, when I decided to move to Colorado, and when I met all my new friends. You've had a long beautiful life and given 100% of yourself.
But you can be patched no more. I must carry on and find another favorite pair of jeans to replace you. And though I'm sure I'll grow to love them as much as I've loved you, there will always be a special place for you in my heart.