Dear Cattygirl

Congratulations Cattygirl, leader of the free mind. You’ve not only led yourself into a distinct glass case of personal emotion, but you’ve also blinded yourself from the opportunities of ever getting out.

See, you’ve met someone. Not in the romantic sense, but a new optimism. He sees the world in you. The world of chances, the world of past regrets molded into morals. And you’ve decided, through lack of individual distinction that you will give this boy your undivided attention, whilst also shielding him from ever knowing the real you.

But who honestly is the real you? Do you even know anymore? All this talk of moving forward and yet you’re the most scared you’ve ever been in this entire life. There’s a part of your brain that knows the truth, he loves you. He is your best friend, and he genuinely cares about you. But good old second half of your brain refuses to accept this, and decides that this boy must suffer through the way you talk yourself up like you’re some kind of perfect human mold.

Because that’s all i want from you. I want you to be honest, and to laugh even though people tell you that your laughter is horrible. I want you to be the person you always wanted to be, without worrying about what people think of you. And Cattygirl, maybe this boy will be a keeper. Maybe he might stay a little longer than the rest of them. Because Cattygirl, you know you love and deeply care for him too.

Congratulations Cattygirl, but this time, do things right.