My dog’s name is Mimu and I love her. I love her because she is adorable, eternally small, and follows me absolutely everywhere. No matter how many times a day I leave the house—regardless of whether I’ve been gone 5 minutes or 5 hours—she greets me with the same wiggling tail and excited squeaks. She cuddles with me at night and “guards” me during the day. I LOVE her. [that said, I do not believe that there is a “doggie heaven” where our beloved pets go when they die…even though I will gladly take their love here on Earth as a little tiny piece of heaven here :]
This just got me thinking on love in general: I have never loved a man in my entire life. I thought I did, once, but I didn’t. I’ve never once trusted a man that I had any romantic relationship with. And I’ve never once—not for a moment—stopped trying to be the girl I thought the guy I was with wanted to be dating.
I was just hoping that maybe if I acknowledged that out loud, something would change. I’m 22 years old and never gotten past puppylove.
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