I used to have a pair of leather shoes I loved so much. I would wear it everyday, everywhere I went.
I love that shoe, don't get me wrong. But though I love it so much, I know there'll be other pairs I can wear. I'll take my chances chancing upon another pair which I will love.
One rainy day, I had to walk on flood waters.
Obviously the shoes were submerged. Flood water isn't the best to waddle in, for obvious reasons.
And now, no matter how much I let it sun dry, or no matter how much I disinfect, and no matter how much I tell myself that it should be okay for wearing again, no amount of convincing would make my brain want to wear them.
I realized then, that sometimes the things you love, once stained, can change your feelings towards it.