I miss you. Things haven't been the same since your mysterious disappearance a week ago. I can’t believe you’re gone. I know I should be used to this by now, I mean ankle socks are always disappearing on me. I guess I thought things would be different with you. You seemed like you were ready. I held you to a higher standard because I thought you could handle it. I guess I was wrong.

I usually buy socks in a pack so that if one of them leaves, the one left behind still has a chance to match. But you only came in a pair. A pair of perfect knee high socks, no other socks I owned could match you two. You were just my style: long, textured, beautiful, elegant, and soft. I didn’t even know I needed you in my life until I saw you. I started immediately fitting you into my life. I incorporated you into my favorite outfits, subbing you in, in place of old favorites. I even made new outfits around you. I spent hours thinking about how to make you the center of attention when I wear you. How could you watch me spend so much time fitting you into my life when you knew you were going to leave soon?

Everyone loved you. They thought you were perfect for me. They said you were obviously my type. Some people were even jealous of me because I had you and they didn’t. I knew I wouldn’t have you forever. That would be impossible. I knew one day you’d rip, I’d grow out of you, someone would take you or I’d lose you. I just never thought it would be so soon.

I know it’s silly to be so upset. I mean really, I only just got you but I had plans for us. I had planned on wearing you home for the holidays, and showing you off to my friends and family back home. My sister would have asked to borrow you and I would have gotten the pleasure of saying no. I wanted you in all of our Christmas photos. I didn’t post any picture with you because I was waiting for the holiday pictures because I knew the snow would have really made your beauty stand out. Maybe if I would have posted more photos of me wearing you online, you wouldn’t have left me.

I looked for you everywhere: the washer, dryer, my drawers, dirty laundry, even the fridge just in case but you were nowhere to be found. I still have hope that you’ll turn up soon and everything will be back to normal. Come back, please. We can work it out. I promise to be more careful with you. I’ll even only hand wash you and line dry you. I’ll wait a few more weeks but I can’t wait forever. There are other gorgeous socks out there for me to get, and I can’t put my life on hold for you. I really miss you.