Finally my dream house was built. A structure that simply resembles our old yet precious memories together. Its backbone was perfectly planned by my one and only love.
The roof was poured with tint of black and blue. Walls were swathed with ashes of gray. The camera of my eyes were not excellent in rupturing piles of descriptors that could perfectly suit to let creatures imagine every detail of the house. It was filled with crafts and masterpieces as well as my favorite stuffs. Everything was there except for one thing---YOU. Inside my house everything means permanence. Maybe you’re not inside because you are not just house, you are HOME because you are love. But home is temporary. We both are uncertain. We are not sure if you would stay, ‘cause probably you would leave.
As I opened my swelling eyes, there wasn’t you. My home left me. You left me. You didn't exist really. Because everything that I’ve seen was only a dream.