Farewell

Dear Couch,

Our introduction was such a sweet surprise. Although second-hand and left behind you were not too bad on the eyes. Your neutral color was non-offensive, and you didn't even have any funky smells lingering about you.

Although you had one broken gear you functioned more than adequately. It was a simple matter to pull you away from the wall and lay you down as a sleeper. Your "full"-sized mattress at one time or another cradled my mom, my sister and her husband, Jeremy's parents, his sister, and then both my parents. You even on occasion provided a slumber-party location for Jeremy and me to stay up late watching Anime and pretending to be in college again. I will always look back in fondness on those two years when I had the pleasure to call you, "a piece of my furniture."

It's just that your shape is so "modern." You don't really fit my style. And I don't know where we are moving next, I mean--will I have room for you the next place we live? Sure, I'd love to be buying a house but times are tough right now. . . And although we won't be finished and moving for another three months. . . I just felt there was no reason to prolong our inevitable break up. I couldn't lie to you like that, not after all we've been through.

And so my couch, I hope that you will forgive me. Although you came to me for free, and you never asked anything of me in return. . . I despair telling you-- I sold you for 80 bucks on craigslist.

Yours truly,

Jeanette