- time to draw this chowlin 281938219382193 times ; ))) // dont post here please !!
lots of things can make you happy, but nothing and no one quite does it like she can. when she talks, you feel like you could listen for hours. when she says your name, your heart skips a beat, and your ears and toes grow tingly. when you wake up, and she's snuggled up by your side, you feel like you could fly, and when you're out and about, just walking side by side, not saying anything but somehow, in the distance between you both, knowing anything each other could have to say, you feel truly alive for the first time in a long time, and the dull reality that you've become accustomed to suddenly becomes a canvas, and she paints it bigger, brighter, better, each time she steps into your life. around her, you feel a happiness bubble up inside you that's unmatched by anyone else; no one else makes you feel this way. it's enchanting and magical, yet almost comical, because the old you (though have you really changed at all?) would have never believed such things were possible, even less that they would ever happen to you. yet when you share glimpses with each other in public, or curl around each other to cuddle, or she takes you up, up, up the trees to get the best view of the sunset, or when you're both dancing in the rain like cubs and pups; it all seems to fall into place before you. before, your world was gray, but now, it's so colorful it's blinding, and it's like you were colorblind all your life, but she opened your eyes and you saw color, real color, for the first time. you can appreciate things more, you can feel the life in your veins, running through you every which way, and you can find joy even in the smallest of things. she took you by the paw, and she showed you the way, and while nothing is perfect, and you both have your own issues that you still need to work out, you now realize you have time, and you can enjoy things, and you have her to help, and in return, you can help her too. and that's something that, as you lay under the stars one night, no particular one, stuck between admiring her and the massive expanse of stars and planets above, that without her, none of this; these realizations, this happiness, this... feeling; feeling that maybe, maybe everything will be okay, everything will get better; and maybe not today, or tomorrow, but someday, it will; would have--could have--happened.
and, as you finally stop thinking, nestling back up against her and forming a strangely comfortable cuddle pile, you silently promise, both to her and yourself, that you'll cherish her for as long as time may allow.
