Not really… and it’s not the rain… the rain is actually very peaceful… it’s a soft rain, it’s not a hard rain… or at least, that’s how it sounds at my house right now…
Are you still thinking about the blanket?
Maybe…
We were lying on the couch together.
Were we?
Yes. You rested your head on my chest.
Why did we have a blanket?!
It was cold! It was Melbourne!
Oh… hmmm…
?!??!!?!
I wasn’t sure if I had memories with another ex and that blanket…
😱 No you better not have!
Umm… I just muscle tested and no, I didn’t… it was you… yes…
What happened with the housemate? Did they ever want their blanket back?
No… she said to just donate it… she didn’t really care about that blanket…
But you never donated it.
… evidently… I did not…
In all these years. With all your regular decluttering.
Yeah… I’m trying to think why… I held on to that blanket… but I have washed it. I’ve let the dog, the cat… it’s been a blanket for my pets, maybe that’s why?
So it is a blanket of love…
Lol… is it? 😅
All the bodies you love have been on that blanket. Me, your cat, your dog… it’s a blanket of love! 🥰❤️
Lol… yeah maybe… I’m sure my mother has asked me why I kept the blanket and then when the pets started using it she didn’t say anything about it…
😏💕
Mmm… but it doesn’t smell anything like you anymore… I don’t even wrap it around myself…
They’re our furbabies… the blanket has been for them… visually it still symbolises MY LOVE…
Does it?
YESSSSSSSSSS… ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
