the whole wide world can't shake me like you do

I am madly in love with the spring time. It's almost as good as fall. The only thing it has on fall though is that it's the prelude to summer. Glorious, glorious summertime. Though, the warm is making me miss midtown Memphis. Every time I step out into the sunshine it's an instant flashback to being a small child laying on warm kitchen tiles soaking up the rays pouring in from our glass back door. That was my favorite spot ever. There or actually out in the sun. This is a picture of me enjoying the weather with my cat, Homer. I used to be able to start crying just by hearing his name; so it's safe to say The Simpsons was a danger zone for me.
But this post today isn't about my long lost feline. This is about how I don't believe in love anymore. That sounds really harsh. But I can't figure out how else to really word it. I'd like to think it's out there but I can't find a perfect example anywhere. I've been in "love" before (or whatever) but it was all a big lie. That I won't go into. But the same day I realized this I received a call from my mother and she told me about how my Grandma couldn't come to a family function because my Grandfather was going to be there. This is the point when I lost it. My mom was shocked because this is a pretty normal occurrence in our family full of divorce. But she also didn't realize this is when I decided that love doesn't really exist. Obligation and attraction exist. Occasionally. And occasionally even those run out. So my new outlook is that love can't exist between people but it can with God and dogs. God honestly loves you and your dog honestly loves you. I'm now in the process of praying my ass off to be completely wrong about the rest. And that 265 miles away the sunshine is still pouring through that glass door onto green kitchen tiles.