My beagle/terrier mix Lily has always loved being under the blankets, especially when they cover her entire body (head included) and when they smother her. She has never appreciated being uncovered, but before she got angry I snapped this nice picture on my iPhone 14. Dog photography is kind of my thing.
Love is a paradoxical thing.
I want desperately to be loved.
I want to wake up to a "good morning, my favorite person" text.
I want the last thing I see at night to be a little red heart emoji.
Even with my friends, I'm alone.
They date. They love each other.
They don't think I notice
They don't think I notice how stingy we're becoming:
They don't think I notice the reluctance to use the propane heat.
They don't think I notice how cold it is when I crawl out of bed every morning.
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