i still think of that house
you probably dont think i still care about it
but i do
its a beautiful house
its in canada
we're all standing outside looking at it right now
this is our first reaction to seeing it in person actually
we're bewildered by how beautiful it looks
how much better it looks in reality than in our minds
because its gorgeous
it really is
describing it any less than that is a lie
we're shivering in the wintery air staring at it
its not even that cold
60 degrees fahrenheit maybe
but its cold to us
since we dont know what living here is like
and we didnt bring anything warm to wear
its okay
its a huge house though
big enough for eight, maybe nine people to live in comfortably
by the entrance we planted a cherry blossom tree
so one day it will grow big and shed its pastel leaves on the roof of our house
the baby blue cabinets are perfect
the 20 year old carpet is perfect
the dead ladybugs in the ventilation are perfect
we're perfect
we're playing charades right now
i love this game
im terrible at it
but i love it
i love it not because its a silly game
i love it because its her
and more importantly
its all of us
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maerdyad
PoetryI don't know, I just need to write stuff right now. When you thought you found the one, after all this time, after all the poeple that left, and it turns out, she loves someone else. For when the rain comes, and the hail, and all hell is unleashed, ...
