Favorite Jeans

I'm like your favorite pair of jeans. You wear the hell out of them. But at some point, with all of the fading and holes, you literally can't wear them anymore. They're still your favorite pair of jeans. But you need wearable jeans. You need new jeans. But you can't bear to part with the old pair of jeans. So, although you can no longer wear them- you feel like you want to keep them, you need to keep them. You have so many memories wearing these jeans. So you put them in a box. But I don't want to sit in a box.