To my brilliant patent red Ferragamos,

I adore how you adore me.

There is no truer red than yours. The perfect balance of cherry and firetruck leaves me at a loss for words… it is dazzling at every glance.

You know just how to stand out while staying true to yourself, exactly as my type.

The way you can match any outfit, complementing the brightest of brights, and popping against the starkest of neutrals, inspires me beyond compare.

You accompany the boldest of accessories with grace and elegance.

No patent is too daring, or tiara too sparkly to allow your magic to shine, while lifting every element to its greatest potential.

It is astounding how you can make me blush, even after all these years together.

As you exist in real life is just as you appear in my dreams.

What could be more real than that?

There is a reason my admirers gush over our magic together, even when they cannot quite put their finger on why.

It is a secret for us to share.

I know, without fail, every time I open the box in which you are so preciously kept, that your beauty will restore the spark within me, no matter the length of time in between.

There is no flame brighter than the trail left behind as we glide together.

There is no loyalty greater than yours, and it is a gift that I will cherish always.

I can be my most authentic self when we are together. You accept me, absolutely as I am, without regard to my outfit, or the occasion.

If it were not for my stylist bringing us together many moons ago, I would not be the same queen that I am today.

You will always allow my highest notes to soar, forever grounding me through the staff.

No stage is too big and no room is too small for you to make your mark on the world. So long as we always do it together.

I eagerly await the fullest of skirts for when next we meet!

Forever yours,

Bentley