It has been three weeks since we’ve broken up and I don’t know how to feel.
But on Tuesday I lost on of my purple socks, the dark one. I ended up pairing its match with a yellow one.
Yesterday, I couldn’t find any of my bobby pins, even though I swore there was a pile of them on my dresser the night before.
Today is Thursday and I still can’t find my dark purple sock, or any of my bobby pins, and I still don’t know who to feel about our break up.
Tomorrow I hope to find my missing sock and I can wear two purple socks again. Maybe I will realize, like my socks, we were bound to separate at one point. But there is always the possibility we’ll end up together again.
Saturday might be the day I find the pile of disappearing bobby pins. And if I do, maybe I’ll realize, like my hair pins,
I don’t want to lose you.
