misha
After that little stunt he pulled in the grocery store, I can say with full affirmation that I have never been more embarrassed in my life. It's like he lives to cause a scene, or to make other people look on. I'm wondering if he has some deep seated desire for negative attention or notoriety. Any time anything good happens between just the two of us, he's this wonderfully optimistic person, but the second any other party comes around he has to look at the negatives and make "it" seem as much worse than it may be, if at all. On top of that, he has to emphasize ME as the fool or perpetrator behind it all.
Wintertime is finally here, and thank god it's not remotely as cold as it was last year. At least, not so far. This is actually pretty decent weather for a winter, and if I could choose whether or not it remains this way, I would. I absolutely can't stand snow, in fact, I HATE IT! But, nonetheless, I'm prepared for the remainder of the season. I know this decentish weather isn't going to last.
Under a sky of stardust, he walked along the pavement. The streets bare and not another soul in sight. Yet, he felt that someone else was near. He didn't feel alone. He still felt like she was walking alone next to him, and the realization that she never would again broke him.
It was 11 pm. Just the two of them, lying in the open field, looking at a sky of stardust. She'd never seen a more beautiful sky, and the stars reflected in her eyes as he gazed into them. An innocent but sweet moment neither of them would ever forget.
I took her to the vet just in time, and thank goodness. She was cold and suffering throughout that terrible storm. She was left abandoned out in the alley, mewing loudly. Perhaps she was calling for her mom. The mama cat was nowhere to be found. Anyway, it's alright now. I'll be her new mom. I'll make sure she's never left abandoned again. She's finally home.
I wore the polo that day. I don't know why. It was a slightly large fit, and I didn't want to wear it because it still smelled of him. Why I never gave it back or threw it out, I don't know. Something about it, wearing it, comforted me yet brought tears to my eyes. The polo itself held no meaning, but I was still lingering onto the past. Wearing my emotions on my sleeve in the most literal sense. Someday, yes someday, I will have the strength to toss it away, my last memento of him.
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