Oh Zara, I've loved you from the moment I first walked into your store a genuine young professional and came across your wonderful array of polyester prints - the kind where the creases would fall out no matter how you stored them. Heaven for a busy (read: lazy) girl like me who has no time to fold or iron properly.
And then I came across your coats. Your thick wool and sharp cut trenches really got me hooked and soon we were madly in love and I really thought nothing could come between us.
Everyone knows a good coat lasts a lifetime, and Zara, your coats for me do. The styles are complimented time after time and give me security in winter that even though I'm wearing my pajama top underneath, my overall look is fabulous.
But there's a real fault in all your workmanship... Why oh why do you make the pocket linings of your coats so weak? Perhaps you think it's sexy for us all to walk around with our hands in our pockets and granted sometimes we think when posing nonchalantly it does. But the gritty truth of it is that there's nothing sexy about gently cupping all of your worldly possessions against your leg to prevent them from slipping down that black hole in the (guess what) polyester lining never to be heard of again. Except for the frequent key in leg when you sit down or the hugely under represented phone banging against knee when walking that has truly left a bruise on occasion. Don't even get me started on the daggers you get when you're frantically tapping the corner of your coat at the tube station.
It has happened to one or all of the pockets in every single one of my Zara coats, and you know what? It's making me not love you Zara. I didn't think anything could come between us, but this has, and now I'm not sure how we move past it. Sure I could sow them back up, but it just seems like all you ever do is take take take in this relationship.
So, at this chilly time of the year when we should become inseparable, cuddled up in pub gardens together sipping mulled wine and going for long strolls around the Christmas market at the Southbank Centre, it is with great sadness that I think we should take a break.
I'll think of you often and fondly, but for now adieu.