Every morning when I wake up, you take me into your arms and comfort me. You force me to stay, you just won’t let go.
And today I confess, that leaving you is indeed the hardest part of my day.
Dear bed, I have never loved anyone more than I have loved you.
It’s been 25 years since we have known each other but every time I meet you, it feels like the first time.
I still feel the butterflies in my stomach when I look at you.
Don’t know how that could be possible. We must be soulmates, right?
You have seen me in my happiest of moods and also the saddest.
I crush you and I hit you.
But you never complain and accept me just the way I am.
I have to admit that I mistreat you sometimes and I hate it afterwards.
I make you go through a lot.
But I swear I only have good intentions in my mind. I want to take care of you, but I only find time on Sundays, which I mostly spend giving you affection.
You do so much for me and only thing you ask for, is that I wash your clothes.
And I can’t even do that! I am sorry.
When I am out, you wait for me patiently at home. You never ask me questions, you never wonder whether I spend time with another bed.
Whether it’s noon or midnight, you are just there for me.
Sometimes, I come home drunk and if it were not for you, I would be lying on the floor shivering.
Thanks for being my support system and 2 AM friend.
Moving my fingers across your gentle creases reminds me that when you are in love, nothing ‘mattress’.
I love you so much, I think I’ll start cryin’,