My sister gave me these socks two years ago for Christmas. They were nice and warm wool socks from American Eagle. I loved them.
I wore them once and put them in the laundry. This was before I got married, and I was living at home.
A couple months went by. Then a couple more. And still, I hung on to hope and my one remaining sock. Every time the subject came up I said that the sock was somewhere and I would find it.
I kept that up for almost two years.
Yes, I held on to a single lonely sock for two years.
Then, last week, my mom texted me, "I found your sock!" It was behind the washer, possibly dragged there by a cat or accidentally flipped off the lid of the washer. In any case, my socks are together again.
It was a happy day.