The Saddest Things

    Why are the happiest things in people's lives always the saddest. Once you think you find your happy ending, it, it just disappears.      It all started when I met Liam. He was the runt of his pack but the cutest little thing ever! He had the sweetest golden brown eyes that just made your heart melt. He was out on the street in a box. All of the other puppies in the box were brown but Liam was all black with one white paw. I remember that day perfectly. It was raining outside when I heard small howls floating through my open window. I remember grabbing my coat and running down the steep flight of stairs, all the way out the newly clean glass door. I looked around the street, but nothing was there except people. So many people walking, looking down at their phones. It bothered me, but my train of thought stopped when a moving box caught the corner of my eye. Pushing through all the people I tried to grab the box before it ran away! The cardboard box was under a very small and very ugly curved striped awning.  As I leaned down to see what the mysterious sound was coming from, a small black white pawed puppy started gnawing my brown waves.  "Stop that silly!" I giggled, trying to pick up the small puppy "Woof" "Now! Why would someone put you out on the street with your brothers and sisters! You are just too cute!" I exclaimed happily. The others ran around playing with each other, getting overly excited as water droplets got into the box. "Is it crazy that I want to adopt you, little one?" I said, looking into his solemn brown eyes. That day I took him home. I was 14 years old and an orphan. I barley was getting enough money to pay for food and that apartment. It was a tiny, and in New York, not the best place to live with no money. That is when my love for Liam started, 1 and 32 seconds after I saw him.