I wake up most mornings and find that I'm curled up with Flapjack, no matter where I put him on my bed. Some morning it's comforting, others it's heartbreaking.
I wonder if you remember that time that I asked you to promise you'd keep Pancake even if something happened and you hated me. You promised you'd never hate me and that nothing would happen, but I told you that people always say that and then things happen and I'm left wondering if they've thrown out everything that reminds them of me. I thought you promising you'd keep him would mean that I didn't have to wonder if you'd gotten rid of any signs of our friendship, but apparently it doesn't help. You broke the promise to never leave me, why would you keep a promise to not throw out any remainder of what we had?
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Emotional Shit
Non-FictionJust some random (not random) stuff I wrote about a person that doesn't matter to me (they matter a lot and I can't stop thinking about them and missing them)
