A Furry Love Story - Introduction
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It is a dark summer night in the city of Minneapolis. The air is warm outside, but my heart is cold. I look outside and see the city. I look at everything that there is to see: Vikings Stadium, the IDS building, the Xcel Energy building, the Capella Tower, the Target Building, and a place I used to own. I watch all the cars go by. I see the lights of the buildings and watch all the people who take their life for granted.
Though these people can put their thoughts to bed, there are things that I've been through that I'll never get over. Yet I don't hold it against them. In fact, it makes me jealous that they have better things to do. I wish I could be as human as the rest of them, but the sad truth is that I am not. I go to my fridge and grab a bottle of wine. I was really hoping to share this for our wedding, but now that is no longer possible.
Having nothing better to do, I search for something to watch on the TV. There are a great multitude of programs. I decide to watch one about technology. This is a subject I am very passionate about. I have always been fascinated with it.
It always seems that no matter how awful life gets, technology has been here to help me. Through the portals of the Internet, I have made a number of friends I wouldn't have otherwise made alone. It is always there to offer me advice and give me the answers. In that sense, I feel it is comparable to God. The only difference is that the Internet is something I can see.
Currently he's discussing cameras. That has always been one of my greatest fears. I remember a time when somebody took my picture and made nasty remarks on it. I'm also afraid of embarrassing myself on a video camera. Oftentimes I have no choice, as people are often fascinated by my interviews. It also helps them see the real me. I turn off the TV because I am too tired to listen; too tired to care. I switch it to the nightly news.
KSTP is currently broadcasting highlights from the Twins game. I remember when we used to go to the field and watch the games. I've always liked their baseball team.
I later go to the bedroom of my apartment and lie awake, reflecting on all that I've lost. It seemed like a short time ago that she was sleeping next to me. After all these years, I still wish she were here. Sometimes I wonder where she went, or if she went anywhere at all.
I turn out the lights and close my eyes. My dreams take me to another world; one where we still meet almost every night. One day I hope I can actually go there, and that it will be something more than a fantasy. I dream of her smiling at me. I dream of going places that we used to go. I dream of all we used to talk about and the things we used to do together. However, the fact remains that she isn't here with me, and it will be like this until the day I die.