the little things
Submitted by Splash! on January 17 2001 19:51:44
In reply to So why is really the question... submitted by Huck Finn on January 17 2001 13:49:38
| It gets to the point that you even know his smell -- like the smell of his hair at the end of the day. Sometimes it is like he is expecting something more -- to be closer than close. One day it's like he says, "Not so close," and the next day, "You're not close enough." Sometimes I can rub his feet or pet his eyebrows, and he enjoys it and asks for more, and other times he won't even accept a hug. Some days he says, "I don't want to talk about it," and other days I can't stop him from talking about it. I too would do anything for him. I remember the days that he'd hug me with tears in his eyes, and then the day that I was playing with him and chased him upstairs, he was laughing, but then he fell down on the stairs, hurt his knee, got mad and blamed it on me -- "Leave me alone!" he cried. It hurt me so much. Doesn't he know I'd never do anything to hurt him? I wanted to comfort him, but he pushed me away. And now... where is he today? Does he remember the good times we had. |
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