Dear Favorite Jeans,

Thank you for being my go-to with any top. You weren't really a light or dark wash, but somewhere in the middle that made you pair beautifully with any color I could imagine. No pair of jeans since you has been comparable, you really were the perfect shade. You made me want to show them off to the world.

Thank you for fitting so well. You didn't need to be cuffed or belted to fit properly; though you still looked cool when styled that way. You were just tight enough around the calves to fit the "skinny jean" fad while still being breathable. I never had to worry about that "skinny jean dance" all my friends were talking about. Now without you in my life, I understand the struggle. Putting jeans on every morning basically requires 12 jumping jacks.

Thank you for being comfortable. You weren't stiff like some denim; you were well worn-in and soft. I would choose you over leggings any day, and trust me, I love leggings. They sell worn-in jeans in some places now, but they are not nearly as comfortable as putting on a cozy pair of jeans like you. I think my friends even picked up on the fact that we spent nearly everyday together, sure I had to do laundry more often but I couldn't just wear a different pair.

Thank you for your quality. We spent four long years together. You were with me in high school and stayed through most of my freshman year in college. You were the longest lasting pair of jeans I'd ever had. You survived through my many DIY attempts at trying you make you cooler than you already were, and still managed to look decent.

And though our time was cut short by a hole in the thigh that ripped down to the knee, though some consider that fashion, I'll never forget you--or replace you; American Eagle doesn't make the style anymore.

So thanks, I can only wish that denim-lovers everywhere have a favorite pair jeans this great.