Gus
Being sad is the worst. It just doesn’t work with my personality. I hate it.
I hardly eat. I mean, I do, because I don’t want food to go to waste, but I don’t enjoy it like I used to. I sleep too much.
Although I’ve always slept a lot. Some might say I sleep like it’s my job. But my dreams are the only place where I can see
Piper. I miss her so much it hurts. I sleep on the floor in the doorway of her room. Hoping she will come back.
Emilio told me he can’t take it. He said it’s too hard when we’re both sad. That really stuck with me. He was sad before Piper
came and he’s sad now that she left. And I realize now it might not be all about my happiness. I’m happy when he’s happy.
I want us all to be together. A family.
I don’t know if that can happen. I don’t know how to help. All I do is hope for the day when I smell homemade dog treats being
baked in the kitchen. Then I’ll know Emilio and I don’t have to be miserable anymore.
I’m waiting. Waiting.