There's a story in my head I'd like to write. About me. And a dog. A puppy really. Who came in to my life about a week ago. Quite by accident. But now is gone. As I said, I'd like to write this story, yet I can't. I don't know how it ends. I know how I'd like it to end. Yet I'm just not sure. I am sure that I'd like to believe in happy endings. And I'd like to believe in the Rainbow Bridge.
'Tis a puzzlement.
suispud1:
This was a serious story and, once again, it went nowhere. So TIRED OF THIS SHIT.