Love, what a sweet concept - in theory. Love is nothing but a distraction, a lie covered up by rose coloured glasses.
I remember a time where my life was filled with love; a sweet and caring mom, a gentle and kind mother, and me - their precious bundle of joy. We were happy, we were close, nothing could tear us apart. I, for the longest time, wanted a love exactly like my parents; They were not just affectionate in a physical sense, but also in that quiet, words do not need to be spoken way as well - a small smile here when they did not think anyone else was watching, a shared look filled with tenderness there over dinner...
From past memories all I could remember was I wanted that type of - seemingly - undying love. I craved it. My partner, in the future, would be just as good as my mothers. our love would surpass even theirs!
But that did not last. I think my last memory of my mother is her being carried away in an ambulance that she would never come home from - my mom being put into a police car directly behind it while my aunt held my paw tightly. I will never forget the cruel smile my mother had on her muzzle. The adults try to whisper when I am around and think I am not listening, but that is all I do now. Listen. Observe. I know my mom's love for me, for my mother, was a lie. The adults claimed that she never loved us, it was all a game of revenge. Love is false. Love is a lie.
Those who do not realize it is meaningless yet soon will, I will make sure that their pretty lies are ripped open.
Congratulations, your form won! I really enjoyed the unique perspective of your form and how it involved the loss of romantic love between their parents, as well as the loss of that familial love. I hope this baby can eventually learn to believe in love again in your care.
Or scorn it all and be the Grinch of Valentine's Day, whatever helps them cope!
PaintedKitsune Staff Member
Love, what a sweet concept - in theory. Love is nothing but a distraction, a lie covered up by rose coloured glasses. I remember a time where my life was filled with love; a sweet and caring mom, a gentle and kind mother, and me - their precious bundle of joy. We were happy, we were close, nothing could tear us apart. I, for the longest time, wanted a love exactly like my parents; They were not just affectionate in a physical sense, but also in that quiet, words do not need to be spoken way as well - a small smile here when they did not think anyone else was watching, a shared look filled with tenderness there over dinner... From past memories all I could remember was I wanted that type of - seemingly - undying love. I craved it. My partner, in the future, would be just as good as my mothers. our love would surpass even theirs! But that did not last. I think my last memory of my mother is her being carried away in an ambulance that she would never come home from - my mom being put into a police car directly behind it while my aunt held my paw tightly. I will never forget the cruel smile my mother had on her muzzle. The adults try to whisper when I am around and think I am not listening, but that is all I do now. Listen. Observe. I know my mom's love for me, for my mother, was a lie. The adults claimed that she never loved us, it was all a game of revenge. Love is false. Love is a lie. Those who do not realize it is meaningless yet soon will, I will make sure that their pretty lies are ripped open.
2024-03-04 15:37:12
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Congratulations, your form won! I really enjoyed the unique perspective of your form and how it involved the loss of romantic love between their parents, as well as the loss of that familial love. I hope this baby can eventually learn to believe in love again in your care. Or scorn it all and be the Grinch of Valentine's Day, whatever helps them cope!
2024-03-08 15:14:13
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PaintedKitsune Staff Member
SCREAMS THANK YOU I DIDN'T SEE THIS
2024-03-15 19:38:43
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