it's hard to remember that someone you use to adore has become another person.
its hard to force yourself to understand that you can't "fix" someone else--
even when you know them better than they know themselves.
three years ago, my person had a soulmate. her former mate sold her soul for approval and tight jeans.
my person has to remember that her ex chose this path. they were very happy together-- but the ex
chose to trade one kind of happiness for another.
that's a hard thing to accept.
but it's done.
i love my life. i love waking up and barking at the mailman. i love growling at ups trucks. i love licking my ass. i love eating kibble and cookies. i love running. i love sleeping.
i don't think i would want to give up everything i love for a fantasy.
i wish everyone felt that way.
