One might think, because I am so attractive that I can’t see beyond my own beauty and find another attractive. Alas, that is not the case. I was once in love, if you can call it that. We never dated or spoke much, I never knew his true feelings, but I knew mine.
He was an all white Canaan dog. Strong and silent, never caught his name. Occasionally he would come over into the space I lived in and I would rub against his legs. He really didn’t know how to take it and I didn’t care.
By the way, you read that right – dog, he was a dog. I don’t feel the need to explain myself and I was surprised as to my reaction to this dog when I met him. Open your mind and don’t judge.
Anyway, the Canaan dog moved away, or that’s what I tell myself. Just one day he was gone, no explanation, no note, just gone. I didn’t cry because, to be honest I didn’t realize he hadn’t come by in a long long time, until it was a long, long time – by then I didn’t care. So don’t cry for me, I’m fine.
*Quote from Kahlil Gibran
