flawed work of art.
Wednesday, August 16, 2006 @ 12:24 pm
how are you, angel, my darling?
I miss not seeing you come up to me playfully, wagging your tail with utmost delight. as an annual ritual, I write to you now on your death anniversary. it's been what, 5 years? but I still find it hard to give you up. for your info, we've gotten a new pup, whom I'm sure you'll love to play with if you were still around.
remember when I'd secretly sneak cake for you to eat in the kitchen? you loved anything with cream in it whereas fairy loved milk. how is fairy, by the way? I hope you girls have made up. but I know it is our fault you died and she lived the rest of her doggie life in loneliness and regret. it still haunts me to this day.
you were the best dog I ever had. I recall you licking up my tears as I cried in the garden as a child. now, as an adult, I wish you were here to comfort me as I cry. but, that is not possible.
tonight, I cry. for you, my angel.


'maybe emotion becomes so intense your body just can't contain it. your mind and your feelings become too powerful and your body weeps.'
seth and maggie's take on why people cry... which I think makes a lot of sense.
- city of angels -

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