Sunday, November 16, 2014

Brave Little Toasters-- Raiffa

Louis.

Louis, Louis, Louis. My faithful friend Louis.

When I first met you, you looked so beautiful casually hanging out with your friends. Compared to them you were smaller and less stylish but my eye caught you first. There were definitely others more worthy of my desire but I chose you. Mostly because my dad approved but that’s beside the point.
I took you home in ill-fitting clothes but you looked content to have someone who wanted to call you their own. I was ecstatic to just have the chance to hold you.

I read up on articles, I watched videos, I downloaded apps, I spent hour after agonizing hour figuring out how to treat you perfectly. Once I felt confident enough, I took you to school to show you off. You hung out with the big dogs and held your own (for the most part) but I knew you had more potential locked into your dark, handsome body. I just had to get it out of you.

I think these were your favorite times. The times I could stay up all night and wake up early in the morning to make time for you. We worked hard on projects that never came to life. You made me feel like a true rock star.

But then I replaced you with nameless others. They started to take up more of my time. I started to neglect you and you had to spend weeks, months before you ever heard from me again. You might’ve been jealous because the new apples of my eye were bigger than you and they sounded better than you and they didn’t physically injure me with their rough edges. But you were the only one who could do what you did. They could pretend to be you but they really couldn’t replace you. I know saying this now won’t ease your mind but it’s worth just saying how much you really meant to me.

After introducing you to new friends and attempting to reintroduce you into my life it just wasn’t the same and one day I just forgot you were there.

Now you’re gone. And I’ll never forget you.

So here’s an apology to you Louis.

Louis the Ukulele, the very first instrument I ever owned, I’m sorry I stepped on you.


Love Raiffa. 

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