Lyle chuckled and rubbed his neck a bit. "Well, I'm not really. There were a lot of houses like this growing up. I'd pass them while going home from school to the apartment my dad and I lived in. I'd see all the families through the window gathered around the dinner table. I didn't get that either though. Dad being a bar owner meant I ate dinners alone most of the time. I wanted a house that had the things I never had before. I was in a pretty serious relationship at the time too so I thought a house like this might really be the start of something."<br/><br/>Lyle looked around lovingly at the place. Then his boyfriend refused to move in, they fought all the time and it just became a house meant for one again. It was a house full of a lot of pain and happiness so he kept it and took care of it. It was his.<br/><br/>"I think I want to keep it white picket fence though. One day I do want to live with someone special here and not just alone. Its like a dream of mine I guess."