The first time we met was curious, my beloved sister looked tired and you were a foreign being. I couldn't help but weep and I don't know why.
The next day I held your tiny frame in my arms and I knew that we were going to be best friends. You were so small then, looking like an old man.
Oh how you have changed me. You are the only person I would let slobber hand me and rub your meaty dinner in my face.
I love your rare instances of affection. When you creep up and kiss me or hug me. The rarity of these moments makes them all the more special.
I would share my caramel soy milkshake with you any day. I would even cater for you when I bake muffins.
You light up my life. We shall be friends forever. I love you Mishka.
Photograph by Anooke.
This is beautiful. You are beautiful. I love you. I love your blog. You amaze me.
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