I’m walking down a driveway.
I’m nervous. I think I’m in the right place, but I’m not sure. As I approach a house that matches the description he gave me on the phone, he pushes open the screen door. He takes a step down the stairs as I take a step up, and we clasp hands in an awkward handshake, the beau and I.
In my mind’s eye I can still see him slightly above me, with the sun behind his head; behind the house that I didn’t know would become my home.
We met here for the first time on Wednesday, April 13, 2005.
We left for good today.
Through all our changes, highs and lows, friends and parties and fights, this house has been the one constant in our relationship.
These walls held us well, but they’re not ours anymore.