My boots are covered in mud from the trek we took down by the river.
I should really clean them, it's not proper to walk into work with them in such a state.
But I won't clean them.
I need proof.
It wasn't a dream, it really happened.
We were there, even just for a time being.
Each scratch will remind me of the steps we took
The mud caked to my heels will tell the story of how I couldn't stop laughing
The worn sole will be testament to how you fixed mine