A house in the making, you were the blueprints & the house to be was our relationship. With every sweet word another brick was laid down. Sooner then later a foundation was formed; it was strong too. Being able to weather through all the harsh words that were exchanged, it stood there majestically. Somehow, one way or another we'd always recover and continue to build our "house". Yet little did I know a storm was brewing. The actions I did plus the words I said were enough to suck every brick out of place, leaving nothing left but an empty ground. Leaving my heart deserted. You were a blueprint of a house so perfect that ended up being to difficult to build. &The "house" of ours is now locked up in a box named The Past. Within the box are also the bricks I now call Memories.

Time for me to go out into the real world and find a blueprint to coordinate effortlessly with my bricks.