Dog walking can be so tiring, especially when you have five out of six dogs who are craving for your love. Well, what about the sixth one? It started with twin white puppies and my driver ran over one of them with a red car. I guess the color red kinda inserted fear into the left of the twin and maybe I was wearing red when he first came to his senses, that dog hates my guts. He would just bark at me and run away whenever I chase after him. On the other hand, I was happy I was the centre of attention between PuppyGaga and TinyOne. They’re both UNtiny but when I play with PuppyGaga, TinyOne would growl and when I gave my attention to TinyOne, PuppyGaga would then become the growler.
The only best thing that came out of the office, apart from my colleagues feeling up my ass and rating my bums (yes, girls do that, people!!!), is the notion of who I really love. I mean, I used to believe in true love and real love and all that stuff. Then, I believed in going the extra miles; a self made card for Valentine’s Day and giving someone something you really cherish or value. I guess I’ve stepped to a different level when I’ve substituted my dreams of a perfect love life to an everlasting one with someone I’d want it with. Maybe I’ve come to my senses about how ‘being perfect’ is mythical and maybe I’ve matured on a skeptical ground, but I can say that I’m somehow a fighter who’s still fighting really hard for a love I’ve started and would never like to see it end. Sometimes, you gotta trade the most complex big things to get one simple thing:- the person you love.
I might not have the fairy tale kind of love or something anyone would dream of but I’m proud and pretty happy with what I’ve got. At least, I work hard to get it back with the one I love and I’m damn proud of that.
The only best thing that came out of the office, apart from my colleagues feeling up my ass and rating my bums (yes, girls do that, people!!!), is the notion of who I really love. I mean, I used to believe in true love and real love and all that stuff. Then, I believed in going the extra miles; a self made card for Valentine’s Day and giving someone something you really cherish or value. I guess I’ve stepped to a different level when I’ve substituted my dreams of a perfect love life to an everlasting one with someone I’d want it with. Maybe I’ve come to my senses about how ‘being perfect’ is mythical and maybe I’ve matured on a skeptical ground, but I can say that I’m somehow a fighter who’s still fighting really hard for a love I’ve started and would never like to see it end. Sometimes, you gotta trade the most complex big things to get one simple thing:- the person you love.
I might not have the fairy tale kind of love or something anyone would dream of but I’m proud and pretty happy with what I’ve got. At least, I work hard to get it back with the one I love and I’m damn proud of that.
Listening to: Duffy - Mercy
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