Now only do you say

Quote Kenn, ‘This person that I've grown into, doesn't seem to be able to write any substantially emotional shit anymore.’

Anyway, here’s something I enjoyed reading from LeLove some time ago.

The Problem Is My House

Dear J,

The problem is my house. You made love to me in my bed. You spent TV seasons with me under that black and white blanket on my sofa. You sat on my front porch talking to my mom, and you snuck in through my basement window to see me.

The problem is my house. I remember what it feels like to fit kisses sloppily between our laughs that time on the cabana by my pool. And the night sky through my window looks the same tonight as it did the night you had your arms around me. And I can still feel my heart rise when you threw me playfully onto your shoulders and whirled me around in front of my mirror.

Never mind that you were my first lover. Never mind that once, you held my heart in your hand. Never mind that you have discovered all of me, my every flaw and freckle.

The problem is my house. You’ve left your memory in all the rooms and your lips on all the cups. Your faded image flickers as it lounges on my kitchen chair smiling, like a dream my house is having.

I want to let you go. I need to. My heart is mine now; it hasn’t skipped an honest beat to breath your name in a while. But the problem isn’t my heart. The problem is my house - ‘cause in it, you’re everywhere to me.

College is coming in September, and I'll be gone. Away from this house and this town. Until then, "I'll be seeing you, in all the old familiar places..."

Love always, G