sometimes I like to think of an incompatible lover as a pair of unsuitable shoes-

perhaps the meeting was by chance-

you walked by the shoe store but you did a double take;

you just had to go back into the store to have a second look after that brief glance through the glass window; you just had to touch it, to try it on, to get a pair to see how it looked on your feet in the mirror; you just had to pay for it at the counter;

or perhaps it wasn't yours to start with-

a gift, from someone close to you, who thought the shoes would be a good fit with your personality; she/he thought that the design would be something that you liked (and how they know you so well)

however you came across those shoes-

whether they are old or new;

they're just not a good fit (anymore)/(they never were)

You get blisters wearing them every time,

you get a headache thinking of what to wear with them,

maybe they're a size too large, or cutting-wise they're too small;

sometimes you even question yourself for owning them-

why not let them go?

to someone who can love them/wear them better.

Someone whose feet don't get blisters from them.

Someone with narrower feet; someone with a different personality

someone else but you.

shoes that hurt, shoes that are too big, shoes that are too small;

what's the sense/logic in keeping them?

let them go,

and get a better pair.

because the best/most beautiful shoes may not be the best/most suitable for you.