Five years now, in this house. A place that holds many secrets. A place that will die with those secrets. A place where I almost gave up. A place to feel my skin grow. A place where I accepted that I will never be the one that got away. A place where I’ve plotted your moves. A place where I couldn’t look at you because it was a place you’d never know. A place where I’ve never loved you more. A place that lifts me. A place that knows my aches. This place where I know my womanhood as my work of art. This place heals me. This place is mine.