But then the dog died, or I think he did... Gosh it must be about one of the two things. I was listening to some psychology blab mp3 last week, and it urged "remember how love feels! Whether it was in the eyes of a child, or of a dog" - that was no good, I thought. People in any kind of crisis should not be subjugated to an Eureka moment ("well, maybe I was never loved in an adult manner, but hey, certainly a dog has loved me" - what the heck, therapists?). Or it could be about this crush I just had. This person gently entered my days, and just like that, left in a detached way, too. A totally positive force guy (unless, could have also been a total player - wait until she is enough interested, then pull the rug from down under, see her crawl begging, rinse and repeat - has happened too many times, never again!)! I felt so alive, so hopeful, so interesting - this is all how women prefer to fall in love. We fall with ourselves, when we are loved. I hadn't had a single crush since spring 2009. Mind it, a crush [is so much less than wanting a lifetime meaningful relationship, less than wanting sex]!
I'm glad that the dog in the dream let me cry out my frustration. I just think I will be watching lots of puppy love videos for a while. That said, no more perfect song (and video) than "Lose This Child" - Eatliz.
