Someone

Someone gave me a Piggles last night. Someone helped me find my poor bun. Someone said, "Merry christmas eve, and a happy 1 and a half years" to me. Someone who hurt me told me he was sorry. Someone who seemed to regret his actions told me to wait after 2 weeks.

I couldn't cry for that someone. I just didn't feel enough. But I really wish he'd mend his ways. For his own good, and not mine. That someone cried, for the first time. I'd never seen or heard him cry before. He sounded just like a sad, little boy over the phone. He said he felt extremely lost. I think that even when I was around, he was wandering with little sense of direction, in his own world.

Piggles is really cute. I don't know why, but I love him. He doesn't have that classic pig snout. Instead, he merely possesses a pink snub for a nose. I thought of throwing him into the white box immediately after I got him, but the thought vanished when I held him in my hands, with his wide innocent eyes staring up at me. The price I paid for him is 1 and a half years of my life.