Oh what a pair we made, once upon a time...
You and I are like a pair of well worn socks - a little stained, somewhat out of shape, and riddled with holes that beg for a good mending and some much needed TLC.
During the daylight hours, we functioned well as a team, you on the right foot, me on the left. Somewhere along the way, life happened, and we were tossed ever so effortlessly into a pile upon the floor, hoping that someone would tend to our needs, perhaps lessen the stains or mend a few of the holes while taking extra care of those in our souls...
Then comes a time where we find ourselves in very different places, perhaps you with another mate, tucked neatly into a drawer after having been thoroughly washed & mended, while I on the other hand find myself alone in the world but still filled with purpose and life, albeit with a few seemingly unmendable holes...
What happens next in this journey called life is up to each of us as we take one day at a time and hope for the best for both of us.
During the daylight hours, we functioned well as a team, you on the right foot, me on the left. Somewhere along the way, life happened, and we were tossed ever so effortlessly into a pile upon the floor, hoping that someone would tend to our needs, perhaps lessen the stains or mend a few of the holes while taking extra care of those in our souls...
Then comes a time where we find ourselves in very different places, perhaps you with another mate, tucked neatly into a drawer after having been thoroughly washed & mended, while I on the other hand find myself alone in the world but still filled with purpose and life, albeit with a few seemingly unmendable holes...
What happens next in this journey called life is up to each of us as we take one day at a time and hope for the best for both of us.
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