Why Should I Love Old Furniture?

I loved you before I’d even truly met you. I think it’s the fact you’ve already lived a life, been loved, treasured, and made people happy. Like when the sun shines on a patch of woodland on a stormy day… everything else is just somehow unseen.

Then, after time, the light fades and moves somewhere else, and you somehow fall out of favour. Maybe something newer, more stylish, more beautiful came along, and you were moved to a back room, up to a bedroom, or into the cellar.

If you were lucky, you spent a lifetime with your human. You watched them age, lose their shine, and also, like you, fall out of favour. As the years passed and everyone moved away, there was no one left but the two of you. You were so loyal, you were the same, and I know you did it out of love.

Did you witness your human’s final breath? I can’t imagine how alone you must have felt. All those years, all the love, over in a moment. And who was going to want you now? You'd become shabby, out of style, and then suddenly you’re on the market competing with others you don’t even recognise.

People laughed at you, made fun of your colour and finish, they told you you were worth nothing, and before you knew it, you were in the corner of a junk shop being outshined by everything around you.

Couldn't they see how beautiful you were? I had to rescue you! You didn't even look up as humans walked past you unaware of who you were… of who you are. By chance I came in the very day you arrived. It was fate, destiny, call it what you will… I instantly saw you for who you truly were.

Your green cover (not your original) had a cigarette burn and did you no justice. But I could see how beautiful you had been… and how beautiful you were going to be.

The fact you’d lived a whole life before made me love you even more. I wish you were able to tell me your story, show me what you’ve seen, let me feel what you’ve felt.

All I can offer you is the time that I have, in the home that I love. I can make a few changes, and maybe you’ll feel the way you felt all those years ago… you’re going to fit in perfectly I just know it.

And I hope more than anything else, you’re going to be happy. I don’t think you and I are that different… we’re both still living in a world that was probably over years before I was even born. Come in, and meet the family.