Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then however much later it is finally happening to you youre falling to the floor crying thinking I am falling to the floor crying but theres an element of the ridiculous to it you knew it would happen and even worse while youre on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didnt paint it very well.
Our love was covered in fur yet I was the only one who wanted to pet it.