here i am, indulging myself in the ever ending sadness of my own. alone with my dog this time.
i had just taken her to the vet, her ears are doing a lot better, which is good. she's been suffering the pain for quite a while, it's eventually picking up at last.
my thoughts are tangled, badly.
just recently i have a new thought. that is, what's special been loved is to have been special to another party in love.
in other words, we love, because the person we love is special to us. if not, we wouldn't have had the feeling 'love' for them, would we?
and being specail should be effortless.
we shouldn't have to do anything, anything at all, to make us special, hence to make us loved. just as they didn't have to do anything to be special, nor did they have do anything to make us love them.
we just do.
i do.
though he's not even in my life anymore, hey?
so.. perhaps.. the answer is..
i am not special 'to him' and so i am out.
simple as that, perhaps?
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