Just cried my eyes out moments ago. Ended my long-term FGR(furniture-girl relationship) with the leather sofa of 10 years. It was extremely painful. However, got myself the leather material (am still figuring out what to do with it - bag, notebook cover?) I did a lot of thinking, dreaming, sitting, singing, crying, laughing and other verbs that you can possibly think of that relates to sofa. It felt like I was married to him. Urgh. My whole face is red now.

I was lying and cuddling good ol' sofa for the last time and then this little boy (who is actually the neighbour on the 2nd floor that I never met) stared at me for the longest of time. Looked up at the sky while lying on the sofa, thinking, "I'll never get to do this ever again." And if I did, it will never be the same feeling.

The living room is so empty right now (and so is the heart). I can hear the echo of my voice. Okay. My face is still red. Need to numb the face now. Below are some random webcam pictures of me with the sofa.


I loved my sofa, most ardently

Huda