Two years ago, for the first time in the 19 years of my life, I took a little furry friend to bed with me. I never thought about what it meant at the time, but since then, I did realize. Despite being oblivious at the time, this rather childish action gave me a very warm and sweet feeling.
Last night I did the same thing again, but it was not the same. That feeling was no longer there, and I could only remember it in my mind. The act, and the furry friend, were somewhat comforting. But instead of that warm fuzzy feeling, the only thing I could feel were the tears welling up in my eyes.
Am I doing something stupid again?
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