Do dogs have wet dreams?

I went through old pictures with Bo, the ones I kept of Jenn, Kimi Schlein, My dad. Sarah too and he liked her, Bo.

It brought back all my old thoughts of her, that lovey thing. It felt good, filling, I felt love.

I called her at 2 am (8 am Paris time) and she answered annoyed again, like she did a few days ago when I called, I guess I call too early, and I wasn’t aware really.

I called her a bitch, semi-jokingly semi-serious, to Bo, and tossed the phone onto the floor.

My pictures are still laying here, the same ones I looked at before, but the good feeling is gone. The love. That innocent winter warm. I don’t know.

Now I look at the Kimi Schlein picture and I see Kimi, I see me smiling, but was I really as happy as I thought I was when lovey? Are all these pictures really worth anything when I’m sitting here in reality?

When did Sarah start moving away from me?