Iiit’s Friday, so it’s time to be a Fictioneer! ♥
Here is the truth: I would stay for you.
But these are not words that I can give (though every syllable inside of me, you already own); not a promise I can yet make (though I will hold myself to it fiercely all the same).
So I make you art, instead, that says all the things that I cannot.
I have taken to dismantling abandoned houses, carrying doors out into fields, then painting them pretty colours and standing them upright in the ground.
They can no longer be opened, you see.
And hinges are irrelevant, because you are my home.
Now go have some fun reading all the other responses! :)