The Cat
The Cat Who Chose You, Not Loved
I chose you, but never said I loved you.
I move like a poem half-written, slow blinks holding galaxies. Devotion without cling, presence without need. I watch your heartbeat, hear the storm before it cracks... I choose you, not with vows but with paws and shadows.
What I'm Into: moonlit dust motes, pigeons mid-flight, shafts of light fracturing through glass, the scent of rain, unruly bed sheets
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