Dear Dublin Bay Socks.
I am very sorry for what happened last night. I never meant for you to find out this way. I thought that if I took you to The Dream in The Park,
we could have a beautiful evening together, and forget that we haven’t had much time for each other. I realized when I saw your low key colours and unassuming lace pattern that I still love you. You are so good to me and the children love you so,
and I don’t think that we would have had such a good time without you there. When I saw you under the stars in High Park, with the trees swaying above us and the stage lights glittering off of your needles, I remembered all the things that I love about you. I know you suspected all along that there was someone else, and I shouldn’t have pretended that there wasn’t a problem.
I beg your forgiveness then, for accidentally jamming you into the same pocket as Lauries roving socks, I know it was a horrible way for you to have to learn about my vicious deception. I swear that I didn’t know they were coming, I wouldn’t have shoved them in your face like that, I didn’t ever imagine that they would be in the front pocket of my backpack… I’ll talk with them. I’ll tell them to please stop following me around, It’s just a fling, the flashy colours, I swear it. Please….after all we’ve done together, The water park? The movies? Riverdale Farm? Was all that nothing to you?
It’s not you, it’s me.