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

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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. 

 

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Hickies

You are worth every shouted conversation at a bar, every set up, every bad date.  You are worth every awkward make out session that led to teeth clicking together and turtlenecks the next day.  Everything was practice, everything was preparation, so that I could meet you, talk naturally, and kiss you without leaving a wound.

Anon.

 

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