I thought I was over it already, but when mee and I were talking about her during dinner, my tears came out again.
I was literally tearing over the remains of my tangerine which I was munching after dinner when we were talking about how beautiful her eyes was and the little things we miss having her around.
Talking about how much we miss her hurts, the memories we shared are beautiful, her constant presence was always comforting.
The one day about 2 weeks back when the parents went out and up for the day, was the day I was reminded that I was now truly alone at home, something I never quite felt ever since I was back in secondary school before we got ourselves a dog.
I never could break my habit of making sure my door is opened with a wide enough gap for her to slip in and out of our rooms every night before I go to bed. It's something I still do and sometimes I find myself waiting for that scrap of a paw to sound on my door when I'm surfing the net in my room at night.
Has it only been one month since then?
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