March 25, 2010 - 1:56
My little brother said that to me a few months ago.
I was in a post-confrontation state of headiness, yet staid, so said with certainty:
"You always have your dog. You just need to love her more than you love yourself."
I have since crafted my life into something tenuous, tentative, terrifying. Without anchor by any account, except my furry her, whom I want so much I can almost conjure her tactility if I just rub my fingers together lightly.
This dialogue only becomes more relevant by the day.