when [gyle] met [lefty]

for a couple of years, i've had a solitary blue argyle sock in my drawer.  having lost it's partner a while ago [gyle] hung out in the drawer, quietly watching all the other socks go to work comforting my feet from wingtips, desert boots, and topsiders.  i wanted to bring him along, but he's an odd guy to pair up with.  i had checked behind the dryer trying to find [lefty], as well as other locations in the apartment, but to no avail.  [lefty] was no where to be found.  i told [gyle], [lefty] just needed to go out into the world to find herself.  they had been a paired up together since their days back on the shelf at gap.  [lefty] just needed some space.  how were either of them to grow as socks if they were always together?  i tried to tell him this was actually a good thing, and one day she'd be back, but deep down i think [gyle] knew i was just pulling the wool over his eyes.  i didn't have the heart to tell him i was fearing the worse, that she had run off with a don drapper-esque business sock or possibly even one of those sporty, athletic ankle socks.  after two years, i called off the search.  like his threads, [gyle's] life slowly unraveled.

then, last november, a lead came in on he whereabouts of [lefty], a text from a friend in laramie, wyoming.

 

 

now, keep in mind, this text was sent from my friend living in wyoming, a state i have never been in nor traveled through.  for a split second, the possibility my missing sock had in reality hitchhiked kerouac style, to laramie, actually crossed my mind.  a few texts later and the situation was brought back into reality.  two years ago, i had attended my friends wedding in denver.  while there, i had stayed at her parents house, where i had accidentally left the sock.  months later, while she was packing up items to move into her and her husbands new home in laramie, she found the sock.  taking the sock back to laramie, she kept it for the past six months and finally returned it to me the other week.  [gyle] and [lefty] were finally back together.

 *note to the reader - i really don't make it a habit to name my socks or write stories about them, but i've been studying for an exam the past few weeks and have been devoid of necessary human interaction.