when will i see you again?
it’s not the first time, nor will it be the last ..
i know it’s not your fault, and it’s taking a lot of effort to not be mad.
i am angry at myself, for feeling the way i do
i am frustrated that it has happened so many times already.
time wasted again.
it’s like, when will i learn?
i’m sorry if i’m filled with doubt over our next plan.
breakfast? i can’t help but feel it’s just going to be like the previous many breakfast plans we had.
so i think it’d be better if i am pessimistic. that way i won’t be disappointed again.
as i sat at the pond, looking at my dogs, i can’t help feeling sometimes dogs make better friends.
as i sat there, and watch them and the cars that pass by, flashes of Burney fill my mind..
i wonder if the driver who hit him still uses the road?
i wonder who the people who rang the doorbell are? if not for them, who knows when we might have found him?
i now realise how strong he was, how he didn’t really show how much pain he was in ..
i really thought he would get better. but i was wrong.
i miss you, burney.
