Sometimes I wonder if he is really aware of everything I say to him. If somewhere in there he is picking up on my true meanings even though the words are utterly foreign. The way he responds to my tears and laughter, it's impossible to believe he can't feel what I am feeling. I just wish he could solve my problems. Sometimes I feel like he has all the answers locked in those deep brown eyes. How I can get back on track, how to make my life even a little recognizable again. Then he frolics away and returns with a scrap of a well loved toy that's seen much better days and the glimpse of wisdom is replaced with the unmistakable twinkle of playfulness. My problems and worries successfully swept aside by his constant need for pleasure.
That is something him and I share.
