I'm not her kind of dog.
She said her ideal type is a golden retriever, who is sunny, lively and docile.
But she still paid and took me home that night.
I am the choice she never expected,
But it became her most steadfast companion.
It is a dog's whisper, a tender gaze.
About the deviation of fate, about how "not chosen" closely depend on each other.
Purpose: love and companionship