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Harry was my lead confidante, because he listened (sort of, as much as a dog can I suppose) without retort. Without him, I'm not sure to whom I will tell my great secrets and mundane stories. Well, I haven't really done that since he could still go for long walks in the afternoon. Gosh, I must've been 17 the last time I walked Harry on a consistent basis. But still, I deeply miss that bout of intimate conversation (babbling) followed by deep meditative silence between the two of us.
I worry that the rhythm between two people will impede me from ever saying out loud all of the most beautiful encounters I have- like the golden reflection of street lights on snowy day clouds, how I'm most excited by being on the edge of getting completely lost when I'm running, watching sunlight change as clouds most east and eat up the sky, feeling the embrace of soft green grass in May and its itchiness in July, the endless list of boys I enjoy catching looking my direction.
Good gracious I miss a dog who has been dead for a month and hasn't been part of my everyday life in three years.
I worry that the rhythm between two people will impede me from ever saying out loud all of the most beautiful encounters I have- like the golden reflection of street lights on snowy day clouds, how I'm most excited by being on the edge of getting completely lost when I'm running, watching sunlight change as clouds most east and eat up the sky, feeling the embrace of soft green grass in May and its itchiness in July, the endless list of boys I enjoy catching looking my direction.
Good gracious I miss a dog who has been dead for a month and hasn't been part of my everyday life in three years.