I want to find love, and I have tried my hardest to get it. I have looked everywhere for the love that I felt with my friends. I loved and was loved by Josh, by Jason, by Carrie and they were the best days of my life. Those nights sitting in that tiny little house, all four of us, and we would just drink and laugh, and use the toolbox to our heart’s content. It all changed when we found out that the aluminium toolboxes would never be ours. We looked long and hard for them, and we tried to get them as best that we could, but we (foolishly, as I now know) did not bother to look online, otherwise we would have found the tool box central locking stuff easily and quickly. We would have saved ourselves all of those years, but I guess that is the price you pay for sentience and memory, hindsight. We looked up and down the stretch of land that we owned and even beyond that, but we couldn’t find any trace of the aluminium accessories that we so dearly longed for. It was when we were about to give up hope that we started to turn on each other. I think that if we had indeed given up hope, it would have united us, and brought us back together, but there was always that tiny glimmer, that silvery light, just out of reach, and so it meant that we kept on searching, for the aluminium light that never was ours to begin with. We drove each other apart and I haven’t spoken to any of them in over 3 years. I want to change though and I want to make amends. I want to be forgiven for what I’ve done and to whom I’ve done it.