[b]CHAPTER 01: HOME[/b] [i]Got a brand new roof above my head All the empty boxes thrown away I rearranged the place A hundred times today But the ordering of objects Couldn't hide what's missing All these things should make me happy Make me happy to be home again All these things should make me happy Make me happy to be alone again Got myself a bottle of red wine Got a night of nothing else to do I think I might know What I really want But is a brighter discontent The best that I could hope to find? Got a big black television set Now I can watch just what I want But I'm here staring up At pictures on the wall And where are you, You're still stuck inside them all All these things should make me happy Make me happy to be home again All these things should make me happy Make me happy to be alone again But love is not these belongings That surround me Though there's meaning In the memories they hold A breaking heart in an empty apartment Was the loudest sound I never heard Got a desk I'll write myself a note Pretending that it came from you On hotel stationary From the time we first met Whatever I can do cause I won't throw my hands up yet All these things should make me happy Make me happy to be home again All these things should make me happy Make me happy to be alone again But love is not these belongings That surround you Though there's meaning In the memories they hold A breaking heart in an empty apartment Was the loudest sound I never heard Well I'll be fine if I dont look around me now Too much for what's gone If only I can wait here just a little while And let time pass in my room[/i] As [i]Brighter Disontent[/i] played on my playlist while going back home, everything flashed back. He was the high light of my senior year in high school. I am now a fresh graduate of college. My name is Summer. And I hope this story of my life, has a better ending. It might sound pathetic, but each day, the absence, makes my heart grow fonder. Everyday I still look for him, everyday I still imagine the things that could've been. I heard Keith had gotten into some fancy Performing Arts group and was on tour. Perfect timing to go back home, the guy who crushed me wasn't there. [i]I'd rather waste my life pretending then have to forget you for one whole minute[/i] .. that's true. This life was so incomplete. So many years had past and I was still stuck. AFter graduating high school years ago, I told him I loved him, here I am 4 years from then, nothing has changed. 7 love wrecks, 4 false flings. What could a bachelorette possible want? Maybe the real thing. I finally made it to home. The fresh wind blew into my face, the feeling I hadn't purely felt in a long time. Me and the gang were meeting and having a "slumber party" for the first time as "out of school youths" as they liked to joke. [b](continued)[/b]