Correction: my dogs would never bark for a reason that doesn't matter. In other words, they always have a reason. But most of the time, it's just a silly one :P Like, "Ooooh Tyler's here, and he must be here to kill us!" Tyler's my brother. And I really don't think he's gone that crazy yet.
Okay, maybe not all boys. Where would be the fun in that?
The past could be looked back upon without pain. Maybe you could stop missing people. Maybe the ache would go away. Maybe it would even all make sense.
I'm sure there'd be flaws in a world of my own.
But it'd be nice...for a while ;D