I bothered.
Today was entry number 22. I didn’t know that when I woke up. I just knew the air smelled like frost and hay, and the barn was calling my name.
Then he did something that made my heart stop. He leaned his head against my shoulder. Full weight. Trust. emily's diary horse 22
Tomorrow I’m going back. Not to ride. Just to sit on that fence.
I climbed the fence (ungracefully, I might add—caught my jacket on a nail) and just sat on the top rail. Storm walked over. Not for a treat. Not for a scratch. He just… stood there. His flank was warm against my knee. For ten minutes, neither of us moved. I bothered
And for the first time in a long time, I don’t feel lonely.
He sighed. A long, heavy breath that smelled of clover and age. I just knew the air smelled like frost
I whispered, “Are you lonely too, big guy?”