I’ve been mentally preparing myself for the day when my childhood dog Britney would pass away. She’s 11 years old. She’s lived a happy life. Then last night we found out Sadie has cancer and only a year or so left. I never expected the baby of the family would get sick like this :(
I don’t think I can take this bed getting any colder, come over. We don’t have to miss each other, come over. We don’t have to fix each other, come over. We don’t have to say forever, come over. You don’t have to stay forever.
I told you I wouldn’t call, I told you I wouldn’t care, but baby climbing the walls gets me nowhere.
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I love him for his intelligence, his sensitivity, his courage. I love him wholly and unconditionally without reservation. I love him enough to take risks. I love him enough to sacrifice a friendship. I love him enough to accept my own happiness and use it, in turn, to make him happy back.
— Something Borrowed | Emily Giffin
