Dancing and Mistakes

I’m sorry I never took you dancing.  You were beautiful, but I was lazy.  We stayed in too much, watched too many movies, and drank too many beers.  I should have planned, should have prepped, should have orchestrated every night from the moment you arrived to the next morning.

Krypto @ Flickr

Next time there will be picnics in the park, walks by the lake, trips to the coast.  I’ll search the city for live music, theater, new restaurants.  I’ll make reservations.

I know your next won’t be me, but I still hope he takes you dancing.  I hope someone makes up for my mistakes.

-Anon.

Memories

I miss your smile and I miss the way you laugh. You don’t breathe out when you chuckle, you tend to breathe in and trained me, without knowing, to laugh just like you do. Somehow you will never leave me, for I have lost two of my most important things. I lost my lover and my best friend. I think that’s why it is so terribly hard to stop thinking about how happy I was. I still miss you terribly but having the memories helps me through..or maybe they’re only making it worse.

-Anon.

Thanks, ND.

Reminder

You never know what you’re going to get when you show up at a party.  It was one conversation, and though it might have just helped pass the time, for me, it was more.  It reminded me that it was worth going out, because there was the chance someone like you would be there.  It reminded me that intelligence and humor aren’t always anathema to beauty.  It reminded me that the city has something for everyone, if you’re willing to look, if you’re willing to wait.

Even the conversation doesn’t have a sister, it still meant a lot to me.

I love that I got that much.

-Anon

Grahm Ballantyne @ Flickr

Caught in Your Orbit

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I see you all the time, but it’s always from a distance. We’ve never actually been introduced, but we’ve been face to face on numerous occasions, and I’d like to think on most subjects we see eye to eye, even though we’re so different. I work all night and you work all day, and everyday our paths cross, but I can’t change my schedule and I know you can’t change yours, so I guess we’ll just have to keep it that way. I know I am one of many, know there are countless others chasing after you, but I still can’t shake the feeling that our relationship is different; everyone likes to lump us together, our names and dominions go hand in hand, but in all honesty, we can never meet, not properly I mean. If we did, it might be like one of those things, where the universe implodes or something. Even though I’m small and cold and pale in comparison, I only shine because of you. Too bad we can’t meet up, I’ll have to love you from afar, but when it comes down to it, that’s the way it’s always been.
It’s right that you should be the center and leave all others to orbit in your wake.
-M

david.nikonvscanon @ Flickr

Commorancy @ Flickr

We Could Build Something Together

I love how when I’m inside you, I feel like a whole world of possibilities has opened up before me.  I love how you are ever-changing, yet always constant; I love the way you put together colors and forms, a style for every taste; I love that you come with instructions, diagrams of a smiling man and no words.  I love that I don’t have to be an expert to put you together piece, by piece. 

I love that you bring back to me memories of my childhood, and shower me with visions of my future.  I love that thousands of people go to you, all for the same reason, regardless of language or nationality, to turn a house into a home, to change a life into an existence. 

No matter where I am, you always make me feel closer to home.

I love you, Ikea.                   

Anon. 

 

hkkbs @ flickr

 

 

 

 

Zach_ManchesterUK at Flickr