I picked up Tuffy's ashes today. It felt good to get him home, even in a different form. It was probably just the pulse of my own fingers clenched around each other, but while I was holding the bag of ashes I swear I felt a heartbeat. When I got home, even though I was holding him in ash form, I still expected him to be at the door to greet me. I ( Read more... )

it's still hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that i've found someone who wants to be mine
& not just a someone, but a someone who from first glance i wanted to belong to
it's scary to know that a large percentage of my happiness is because of that someone
& it's hard to believe that a large percentage of his happiness stems from me...
i don't ( Read more... )