Don’t Cry Because It’s Over; Smile Because It Happened

Hey baby,

I can’t believe how hard it has been for me to get up the nerve to write this letter; one would think we’ve been together for years. Just try to keep the big picture in mind when you read what I’m about to say. I mean, it really has only been four and a half months since I first laid eyes on you. Yes, we have spent a lot of time together – don’t think for a minute that I don’t cherish those shared moments, or that I’ll soon forget them. You were always there for me when I needed you. You were always warm, and comforting. Trust me when I tell you that it’s not you – it’s me.

If only I had more space – that’s what I need; more space. I’ve looked at every possible angle to see if there was any way I could somehow keep you in my life, but it just wouldn’t make sense. I don’t want to force something that just isn’t there. Life is funny in that way…we used to fit together like a couple of puzzle pieces, but now it’s seems that we are destined to go our separate ways.

I still remember the first time I laid eyes on you: you were sitting there, looking beautiful (as usual), the light above highlighting your smooth, mocha-colored shape. I knew I had to have you in that very instant. It wasn’t long after that, that I was carrying you into my house; remember that night? Of course you do, it was our first together – the first of many. It was magical. Remember when I fell asleep watching The Three Amigos, and I woke up in the middle of the night, drooling on you? I should have been embarrassed, but I wasn’t, because you always made me feel so comfortable. I thank you for that.

So how did we end up here? I’m not sure, but it surely saddens me. I was going to say that maybe you should consider seeing other people, but I don’t think would be fair, or completely honest of me. I don’t want to can’t see you any more. You have to move on. But don’t worry, I know you’re going to be OK. You’re beautiful in every way – I’m sure there’s somebody out there for you who can care for you in a way that I cannot.

Love Always,
Luke

I’m going to be moving in a few months, I’m buying a house and moving back to the town I call “home”. This past December, I bought a new sectional sofa; however, due to the measurements of the home I’m going to be moving into, I can’t take said sofa with me – it won’t fit in my new living room. This is a letter to my sofa.

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4 responses to “Don’t Cry Because It’s Over; Smile Because It Happened

  1. I can see that you are a commitment phobe. Good grief, you didn’t even give the relationship a fighting chance. I can see the pillows are still shapely. What is the problem? You had no qualms with her size when you brought her home. Was it your friends, your family?

    So easily cast aside… tisk, tisk, tisk… 😉

    Call me vain. :shrug: I tried to make her smaller, but she refused to cooperate.

  2. As your uncle, I can safely say you are doing the right thing. That sofa is a slut.

    I was actually less concerned about that than I was her size. I’m telling you, she has more cushions for the pushin’.

  3. What I want to know is… How does Matt know of your sofa’s reputation?

    Person experience? pictures? Or is it speculation based on her appearance? She seems like a clean sofa?

    I guess I never knew her at all. I was only with her for five months, and she’s already living with someone else.

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