How do you know you're in love?
You walk home in hail that gouges chunks of flesh from your face, in wind that threatens to carry you to the South Island to find this face staring at you, wanting to go for a walk.
He's been alone all day, so he's amped and ready to go. So you sigh, drape your wet garments over radiators and wrap up warmly to go back out into the storm. And once he's emptied his bladder, he looks at you as if to say "Are we nuts?" and we rush back to worship at the altar of central heating.
Tomorrow we will do the same. But there is little I wouldn't do for this precious pup who makes my heart expand every time I set eyes on him. And that includes playing chicken with hyperthermia.
You walk home in hail that gouges chunks of flesh from your face, in wind that threatens to carry you to the South Island to find this face staring at you, wanting to go for a walk.
He's been alone all day, so he's amped and ready to go. So you sigh, drape your wet garments over radiators and wrap up warmly to go back out into the storm. And once he's emptied his bladder, he looks at you as if to say "Are we nuts?" and we rush back to worship at the altar of central heating.
Tomorrow we will do the same. But there is little I wouldn't do for this precious pup who makes my heart expand every time I set eyes on him. And that includes playing chicken with hyperthermia.
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