The sock was lost the night you slept over, but it was found this morning.
The one and only time you slept over was the Fourth of July. The sock was lost that next day, but it was the night before I fell in love with you. You gave me what I never knew I could have.
You rushed into my bedroom and kissed me with more passion than I have ever felt before.
It was meant to be lost the next morning, it was symbolic of how we were lost in eachother that weekend.
You looked for it and searched but it was no where to be found.
That white athletic anklet went to were all the missing socks go, or at least we thought.
You broke my heart last night, it was now the 27th of July. You told me we were on two seperate parallel paths.
I thought I would die then. It seems like pure heartache.
This morning I found your missing sock. I didnt realize it until I went to put it on, it looked like mine until I turned it inside out. It was too big for me. It ended up in the hamper, why?
I smiled and felt more heartache.
That sock was separated from its pair, just like me. I sent a picture of it to you this morning.
You responded, “lol, You found it, what’s a punishment for a sock?”
I said, “I think the sock has been punished enough, it’s missing its pair.”
Then I said, “I love you, and I don’t want you to go.”
You responded, ” keep it, or throw it away, we will still talk.”
The sock to your pair was found today. I think I will just keep it and you in my heart.