I was quite certain there was more to it; that there was more to life than just living in that seemingly small world.
Flick was a odd and iconoclastic dog, but he was my dog. He was one of my best friends and someone I loved deeply. That’s why it hurt so much when he died.
The saddest part is waking up every day knowing that I’m clinging onto my fairy tales until the price for believing in them becomes too high to pay.
Once upon a time, there were two. Two individuals so in love and so true. Nothing could separate them, not even the tides. But this is a story of how it died.