The House – A Love Story of Possibility Beyond Regret


She sat across the street from the house sitting on a picnic table at the park, and she watched. A fresh breeze blew her hair on a warm Autumn evening. The last of the sunlight warmed her face.

It felt odd as she stalked her house. It wasn’t the house she lived in, but it was the house she grew up in, not as a child, but as an adult.

She laughed there. She cried there. She let her heart be broken there. She found her voice in that living room after she faced her worst fears alone in the bedroom. She became a woman in that house, a full grown woman and sometimes she wished she could still be a child.

The day she walked out of that house for the last time it was raining, in July. It’s not supposed to rain in July, but it was. It was pouring in fact. She slipped on the steps and dropped the last box she was carrying to the car. She left all of it strewn across the walkway. Who wants a box of mostly used cleaning supplies anyway?

She got into her car and drove away from the place she thought would be her forever home. She thought she’d never look back, and yet, here she was, sitting on a picnic table, where she’d eaten her lunch so many times before, doing just that. She was looking back, peering into the windows. A decade has passed and yet from the outside of the house it looked as if nothing had changed inside it.

They were there. Two people who were living their lives together who seemed to be in love. She could read their expressions through the light in the kitchen. She could almost read their lips as they talked about their days. She could feel the optimism of love that comes with sitting at that table over spaghetti and a glass of wine. Young love is tender. It’s fresh. But it’s always unproven.

He walked across the park to where she was sitting. He could see the wheels turning in her head as she stalked the house across the street. He knew why she was curious. He was curious too, curious about the life she left behind so she could find him.

He touched her hand sweetly, and she turned to him, her eyes soft and wet. “We’re ready to go.”, He said quietly, “Whenever you are. They’re getting hungry.”

As she looked at him, standing there, looking at her, she took a deep breath. When she saw him, she saw something different. Not young love, but grown love. Love that’s proven itself over and over again. Something stronger. Something deeper. Something she knew would hold more history than any house.

Walking to the car, holding his hand, followed by two hungry, little people she called her own, she looked back one last time, so grateful for the house where she grew up. She knew regret only happens when you don’t love what you’ve become.


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Lisa Hayes, The Love Whisperer, is an LOA Relationship Coach. She helps clients leverage Law of Attraction to get the relationships they dream about and build the lives they want. Lisa is the author of the newly released hit book, Score Your Soulmate and How to Escape from Relationship Hell and The Passion Plan.

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