We’ve had so many firsts together, and I really appreciate that you’ve been there for all these. I remember the first kiss. It was a long time ago in my parent’s basement; it was scary, sloppy but oh so lovely.
Why did it happen? It’s because I’m so comfortable with you; with the way you hold me, support me, cushion me. And because of this I became so attached I dragged you to Montreal when I left home and went to University.
I must say it was difficult getting you here. You had a certain amount of inertia and I had to move heaven and earth; but I am so glad I did. Your comforting presence was something I could always depend on when the vagaries of student life kept me off balance, on edge.
You shared so many of my other firsts with me here in Montreal. My first ‘Netflix and Chill’, which also allowed me to throw away my virginity… Why do people use the phrase ‘lose your virginity’ as if you would lose some money, or a pet… No, you don’t lose it, you share it with someone. And I shared it with the nicest person.
So much of my life happened with you; but now since I’ve graduated, my tastes have changed. My desires and aspirations have evolved; and you’ve grown old. You don’t have that fresh bouncy feel, you’ve begun to sag and droop.
I feel like I’m being selfish and superficial, but you don’t fit in my new life. I’ve got a high paying job now. I want to be stylish and trendy, and all my new friends laugh at me for keeping you. They say, ‘everyone is looking for glitter, but they don’t know it yet’, and I see it’s true. There is no place for you in my life anymore… There I’ve said it.
But don’t think I’ll just throw you out on the street to fend for yourself. I’m not that heartless. I have a friend who needs you. I have a friend that will take care of you. He will be coming soon to take you to his place, but in the meantime, we still have a few minutes to be together; to lounge together here on the sidewalk, relive old times.
Even though I’m getting rid of you, my sister and I are going to miss you.
Oh, here comes the moving truck. Good bye old couch…
Author’s note: I came across this couch and the two women lounging on it, on Tupper Street in Shaughnessy Village in Montreal.