The moment they came and put their hands all over it, filled up all the space with the things they had bought to equip it, it no longer felt like mine. None of the things felt like it belonged to my space - i was so happy with it, so proud of what little i'd put together, so happy to be there.. when they had come and left with their storm of goodwill, i was no longer happy with it. it no longer felt like mine. i watched the spaces and the things that filled them warily, like it had been inhabited by a stranger without my knowledge. whatever i had found and equipped together for myself came to be zero - nothing i had achieved, nothing i had built and owned, as in the name of love, those i was bound to  watermarked everything, owned everything, everything in my life.