I have someone's else's coffee mugs in my drainboard. My collection of one deodorant, one bottle of lotion and one cologne has grown into an impressive collection. My spare closet contains Murhpy Brown DVD's, econometrics textbooks and Champ Car caps. I have hair darker than my own in the drain and an extra towel on the hook. Different brands of bread and coffee are in my kitchen.

It's hard for me to let people into my life. It's hard to share my life with another person, to open myself up, to run the risk of hurt. It's been a long time since anyone had their coffee mugs in my drainboard.