Perhaps, yet, and then...

I like my house. Just like I like my name.
I like them in the future and the present.
I have chosen them myself and we grew into each other.
The house. The name. The I.

I shall not invite you,
it is my space, not yours.
Yet,
the land next door is empty.
Perhaps,
one day there shall be a house there.
And then,
we might stand by the fence and talk.
We might even build a gate and go out from our houses and walk,
till we find another piece of land
and we make it our own.