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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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