Every evening it used to be this way. We’d take our usual drive through the summer streets. Trees in full bloom, brick houses lined with flowers, it was picture perfect. But, When we’d go home at night id realize. I’d realize what a broken home really looked like and who the people in it would be. I’d have dreams of big houses and stone cobbled steps. I’d have dreams of a reality that would never be. My tears didn’t drown out my thoughts. It was like my heart had been broken by love again except this time, it was something I couldn’t fight for - I came to the realization