All I could see was the light. After it all happened, all I could see was a bright, blinding light. Ethereal and tranquil, it was all I could see. All that I wanted to see. It was so beautiful. So welcoming and warm. I thought that I could move on to a greater, happier place. Where there would no longer be suffering, nor would there be death. I thought that I could go to that happy little place.

How wrong I was.

The light lasted for a short while, as did my overflowing joy of an afterlife. But it faded, leaving me a cold, lonely void. There were no more lights to guide me here or there. No one to speak with or even see anymore.

Houses came and went. People lived and died. Months and years and centuries passed. I saw it all. Romances, scandals, suicides. Each and every bit, I was a witness.

I just didn't tell anyone.

My life on this earth was cut short. I laid on my deathbed, praying and wishing that I could have gotten but a few more years. Just a sliver more years of life to live. To learn and to laugh and to love. That was my final and only wish.

Oh, how I regret my wish being granted.

I have seen my loved ones go on happily without me. I have seen them grow old and die. I have been forced to witness my beloved spouse promptly forgetting my memory and marrying another. My children have left the house and have not come back. I've had to be at their deaths side, knowing that they were taken from this world far too soon.

Life is a blessing. To be granted life is a marvelous thing. But to be granted death is the most wonderful thing. You can finally rest, and there are no worries anymore. I envy all those who have never returned from their grave.

Many hundreds of years have passed. The same, monotonous droll has come of it. Nothing changes. Nothing happened. I yearned for company.

My yearning proved to be groundless.

Not until one day..

Amongst the many cobwebs and dust-ridden books, the house that I currently reside in could be considered as nice. Of course, no person had dared set foot in this house for many decades. The loneliness was almost unbearable.

But a cold, foggy autumn evening, I saw something.

A sign reading 'For Sale' had been sitting in the musky yard for many months by then, but this was the first time that I had seen people approach it. A man dressed in red was bringing a young ${Is the object of your desire a man or a woman?} up to the house. ${Is the object of your desire a he or she? (Capitalize)} walked with the man in red without a moments hesitation.

I felt my heart flutter.

This person. I must have ${Is the object of your desire a him or a her?}.

The young ${Is the object of your desire a man or a woman?} and the men in red came back a few times. Each time I saw the ${Is the object of your desire a man or a woman?}, I felt my heart ache and the feeling of infatuation grow stronger.

After many days of waiting and watching and listening and following, I pieced together that the ${Is the object of your desire a man or a woman?}'s name was ${Name the object of your desire}, and that ${Is the object of your desire a he or she?} would be living in the house very soon.

I have seen many people come and go in many different houses over the years. None have infatuated me so. I was well aware that this could end in a tragedy. Humans, the living and the dead, are sensitive creatures. Disrupt a small bit of their psyche, and all plans were ruined. It would be a vastly terrible idea to try and present myself to this young ${Is the object of your desire a man or a woman?}.

But I was captivated with ${Name the object of your desire}.