this loveseat hasn't seen love in quite some time.
to be accurate it's a singlegirlseat.
the closest its cushions get to love is when books get left behind, or when the television glares at its upholstery.
this piece of furniture has the hardest name to live up to. if it never feels the throes of passion or witnesses a shiver, is it stil considered a "love seat"? does it become an elongated arm chair? just a seat? what happens in the absence of love?

and what about me? if i haven't seen love in quite some time, will i ever remember it? if i've let it slip through my fingers before, will i be able to hold on next time?
will there be a next time?
will i ever see love? will i ever be able to bring it home?