It all started with a Swedish furniture sale...
I met her in the IKEA parking lot. She was a vision in blue and white, with a Billy bookshelf and a Kallax in her cart. I was smitten. But little did I know, our love was doomed from the start.
We had our ups and downs, our disagreements over who got to control the remote, and our fights over whose turn it was to do the dishes. But I never thought it would end like this: with me alone in Room 10, surrounded by nothing but memories of her.
But don't get me wrong, I'm not crying. I'm just... allergic to happiness. Yeah, that's it. Allergic.