The longing. The ruminating. The memories. It all comes towards me like a tidal wave every time I drive by the house. I drove by again the other day. We were so good there. We were the couple you see in romantic comedies. We had all of the thrift store art hanging proudly upon our walls and scattered across our tables and nightstands. We would spend evenings in the kitchen preparing a meal for our longstanding Tuesday Movie Night dates. We would spend Sunday afternoons laying in our front yard contemplating our future together. We were so good there. We were everything the world told us we should be. And, while it was perfect, I think that is ultimately what made you leave it all behind. I will never know why you really left. A part of me wonders if I really even need to know. I would be lying if I said that I do not wonder about that every time I drive by the house, though. We were so good in there. I want that back so badly. The longing. The ruminating. The memories. It all comes towards me like a tidal wave every time I drive by the house. The green house.
The beautiful green house that now makes me so, so blue every time I leave it behind.