(Update: I love dogs) ^written then and I thought I published this but possibly not. I haven't edited it. The original title was '2'.
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People want to be in love. Apparently we are built for companionship, which is why lonely people have dog best friends. I wouldn't mind having a dog best friend, however, I have a human best friend, and this is about them.
I remember many small details about the early days. I remember many small details about now. It's been a long time, but not a long time at the same time, you know?
Constellation faces. Entities with wonderful tales written through their makeup. Not cosmetically. I love constellation faces. Small stars; fitting shapes.
Sounds like mellow music drifting, swimming and waving through the air. Tranquilly following the movement. I've always been jealous of the ease that I witness and fail to recreate.
If I had a dog best friend, we wouldn't feel mutual. Similar. The skin wouldn't match and the dog's lack of thumbs would bother me. Luckily, my human best friend has thumbs, and fingers, and individual prints on each. A pattern within puzzle pieces which neatly fit between mine.
It's a soul thing. Like with some humans I feel as if I am literally communicating with my mouth and my eyes and just that. Surface detail?
Everybody wants to be in love, but that's without the knowledge that love isn't something you can just want. If regular people knew what love really is they wouldn't want it; it wouldn't be worth the hassle.
However I never needed to be regular. I wanted and want soul things. Not just "talking". I am not regular, which is why love works for me, beautifully. And picks me up and carries me through life.
Dog best friends can't do that.