Dear You

Dammit, i’d finally gotten used to having someone around, finally gotten used to sharing my time and interests again. I’d finally found someone with the same goofy interests in dinosaurs and movies and my dog.
Dammit, I’d gotten used to having you around and now you go on vacation? Dork. I miss you. I mean the dog is warm and all, but he doesn’t cuddle. And the dog is fun and all, but he doesn’t pick me up and carry me around. The dog has DOES have a firm, proud buttocks, but…yeah well, you know.
I miss you, but I’ll see you in a week, baby.