What do I want? I want security, I want peace, I want silence. And the only reason I want these things is propbably because this last year I had none of it.
As more and more security comes my way, stress I didn't even know I was carrying roll off my shoulders. And now if I could have one place I could call home, I don't deserve to ask for more.
Only, as it should be, there is always one thing that keeps everything from being perfect. I will never ever have my Brutus around again. And I wonder how much of this would I have traded for another year of his continued life and health. Love and attachment are terrible things. I still can't believe he's gone.
