. i know he hates me, but i don't feel the same towards him. trying to feel that way was like trying to force gloves on my hindpaws. it's freeing to finally be able to accept this.
when i was younger i accepted that i would long for him forever, that we weren't meant to be. i guess in some ways that this became true. my door is perpetually cracked, in case a cat decides to pad through and find an old friend. i won't hold my breath, and i'll live my life in the meanwhile, but i hope one day we can laugh together as friends again.
















