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

Back Together

I love the security you provide.  You’re always there for me, morning to night.  Lately though, things have been tough.  It could be all this running around, not making enough time for you, for us.  Maybe I’ve been leaving too much of the heavy lifting in this relationship up on you.  Maybe we’re just getting older, and this is the way it’s going to be from now on. 

I want you to know that, however bad it gets, I still love you.  You’re not nearly as much of a pain as our neck.

-Anon.

 

Evil Erin @ Flickr

Love at First Sight?

Do I love you?  For a moment, I’m struck—you’re Jackie Kennedy, beautiful smile and perfectly together.  Yet something’s missing—your eyes.  Actually, come to think of it, your eyes and your eyebrows.  Actually, about 50% of your face. 

Love at first sight is difficult when you’re wearing fashionable ski goggles. 

-Anon.

newpn2000 @ flickr

Jailbait

You show up at my doorstep.  I find notes in the mail where the lower case I’s and J’s have hearts floating above them.  You’re beautiful, you’re smart, and if I was your age, I wouldn’t have a chance.  However, I’m old.  Too old.  So I’m going to keep my distance, create distance walking the other way, because if James Mason, the guy who played God, couldn’t make a relationship like this work, there’s no way in hell that we’ve got a chance.

Look me up in a few years if you’re still interested,

Anon.

 

MichaelHeilemann @ flickr

How the 49ers Must Have Felt

You’re beautiful.  Every day I wake up to you makes me smile.  With you, it feels like the world is at my fingertips: gardens, museums, theaters, the ocean.  Every day is a potential adventure.  You’re not too big, you’re not too small, and you’re always ready to feed me something new and delicious.  I love how you’ve changed me, I love that your doors are always open.

You’re the best city in the world.  I might have to leave some day, but I’ll always come back to you.

-Anon.

 

Olivander @ flickr

 

 

 

Perhaps replace “from” with “to”?   🙂