I never knew what unconditional love was until I got my dog. I never practiced unconditional love until I got a dog. I was the person whom after loosing his beloved cat, said that he would never get another pet; and yet, here I am, being a doggie parent and learning how to have someone here constantly. Constantly needing me. Constantly needing approval. Constantly looking to make me happy. Constantly needing to be under me at all times. Constantly needing.
Constantly needing.
Maybe that's how I was towards my past lovers. Constantly needing some of their attention. Their love. Their actions and words. Their presence. Their much-ness.
I'm learning more and more that I'm learning, that I haven't quite figured all "this" out.
9:12 a.m. - 2015-12-26
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