Dear West Elm,

The love I felt for you was instant and it hit me like a ton of mid-century bricks. I remember how my heart was all a-flutter as I walked through doors of your Lincoln Park store for the very first time. Oh, I was crushing. I was crushing hard. As we really got to know to each other on that first encounter, it was so apparent we were a match. I loved everything about you, from your style to your adorable sales associates to your to-go-to-be-true sales. I felt crazy that I had not known you sooner and knew my life would never be the same.

I courted you as coyly as I could manage as I yearned for more; some juice glasses on clearance then a decorative bowl. But I couldn’t hold back. Soon enough, I had two of your rugs on their way to tie up my living room together with your love. Thankfully, I have the most understanding then-fiance/now-husband who recognized there was enough room for our love along with his and mine. Soon, I added you to our wedding registry, and before we knew it, we welcomed new bedding, pillow cases, and modern steel into our home.

Your love is like a cozy leather chair to snuggle up with that throw and read a book. Your love is like rose gold salad utensils, the way you deliver a hearty meal to my plate. Your love is like a modern table lamp, the way you light up my life. Your love is like a decorative pillow, very fun and useful in a specific way. Your love is a little wooden box with a marble top, holding all my most precious treasures. Your love is like a warm wool throw wrapped around me on a freezing Chicago day.

You could be the pillow I sleep on at night, the light that shows me the way, the reflection of myself I’ve always wanted to see. All we need to do is continue to explore these feelings we have and watch our love grow. West Elm, I can’t imagine my life without you and I’m so confident that our mutually beneficial relationship will continue if not forever, then certainly for years to come.

With love and admiration,

Work From Homo

PS – I’ve been thinking I need a new loveseat, what do you say?