New hour, New Year, my new beginning.
I wish I could break down these walls and be free.
I wish we could be best friends again, Patrick.
Forget and forgive? Let love back in?
Four years on, I want to move on, let go. I get away, but when I think of you, I get pulled back in.
Why not me? It’s never me.
My love was too deep, my body too big, for him to move beyond the shallow end.
He found true love, I’m still looking. Why not me?
Trying too hard, he said as he left.
The gavel bangs almost silently on the paperwork, I can feel the sun on my face and in my eyes as I turn my head and see people leaving. The agent comes over with the gavel and paperwork in one hand, by his side, his right hand extends as much as his smile when he congratulates me on purchasing my first home.