sympathy.

sometimes time passes and people change and grow and adapt.

very often the things you wrote in sand get washed away.

but i guess sometimes they dont.

my grandma showed me that today. she's the most beautiful person i have ever known.

my uncle lost my puppy today due to carelessness. this is the second dog ive ever had and the first one got lost the same way. i love my puppy..shes really the sweetest creature. things were tense and i was sure that i wouldnt find her. but after a couple hours a guy called me and brought her to my house. i called my grandma since my mom had said she was worried.

she was soo sad because she was afraid that I would be sad again. and when i told her that i had found her she literally cried and screamed of happiness. She went on to talk about how she had all her friends pray that bella (my puppy) would come home. And its not even that she likes my dog. She was really worried that losing my dog would make me crash and go back to that oblivion i somehow managed to crawl out of. She cried. That meant so much to me.

many times when bad things occur the first reaction someone wants to recieve is sympathy. I craved sympathy..i wanted someone to say "poor you, lifes tough. how can i help?". sometimes time and self preserverance can get you out but very often that need for sympathy doesnt die. Sometimes we slip. We spill our secrets and hope for some sense of recognition. some sense of sympathy. maybe even respect.

thanks grandma. i love you so very much.