Love this house.
Love it please.
Love it like we did, and when you leave let the next inhabitants love it like you did.
Listen to the tune the creaky stairs make when you run up them.
Praise the ceiling for having a presence, and making you duck.
Converse with the spiders you will never be rid of.
Giggle as you peer through the fun house windows.
Curse this goddamn house as you turn the thermostat higher and higher, to no avail.
Tell this house to screw itself as you repeatedly fall up the stairs.
Yell at the big barn as bats fly out of it every night.
Let out a slew of curses as you attempt to back out of the driveway and end up knocking over the mail box yet again.
This house has its quirks, there's nothing more true than that.
But you have to love this house.
It's just something I need you to do.
