twenty4. seattle. medium tall. thinker, dreamer. writing & photography hobbyist. believes in heaven and the living God. can be found on beaches, museums, playgrounds, malls, markets,... but mostly at home. expert bargain hunter, excellent secret-keeper, movie fanatic, tv show addict, & food devourer. sometimes a bad friend, but a good listener. iced vanilla lattes. frank lloyd wright. dr seuss. serious sweet-tooth: cotton candy & haribo-anything. big city girl stuck in a small city world. always wants to make sense of the things that don't make sense. flawed to the core but she is loved. the 1 corinthians 13 kind of love.
We all need somebody.
I went to the vet the other day because my puppy’s stitches were coming out and they weren’t supposed to be. She recently had some surgery done. She has been in my bed, under the covers, for the last 24 hours… only getting out to pee or crap. She is completely miserable. When I pull the covers away from her, she looks at me for a long time and then burrows right back into them. I thought to myself: how can she not want to see me? YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I CARE ABOUT YOU, YOU DUMB DOG?!
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But today, when I left the house for a bit to run some errands and came back, I found her crying next to my room door, waiting for me. Then, when I settled back into my room, she preceded to burrow back into my bed covers. Okay, so she wanted me to be with her, but she didn’t want to interact with me. Sigh.
I thought about this for a bit.
We’re like that, as humans. Sometimes, we just want somebody to sit with us, even if they don’t say a word or touch us or look at us… we all need somebody. We are meant to be with another human. we were created this way.
And sometimes, being a friend means to just be there whether you know what to do or not. Just be there.
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
