It sat in my drawer, then in a box, and then in the closet waiting...
I never gave up hope. I never lost faith.
After over a year of separation there has been an unbelievable re-union.
My favorite running socks have been paired back and it feels so good.
I'll be honest there were quite a few moments where despair almost caused me to throw the sad single away... It was deeply heart breaking to see it unusable, out of place, of no use...
Something made me hold on.
When I unpacked an old suitcase. There is was. Waiting. Patiently. I sighed a huge relief. I dug in the closet and that's when it hit me.
One sock has returned to its holy pairing. Don't give up.
Many sad and purposeless single socks need you!