Catts POV
The memories of her will never fade. The constant longing of her presence and the constant desire to see her smiling face and only reason she is a memory is because the smile, wasn't always there. That same smile that had brought tears of laughter and a warm cozy feeling inside, became so rare and distant, that I'd miss her even when she was just a foot away. Eventually her hand became cold in mine, her presence not so warm. I should have seen this coming, before we were together she pushed me away. Before we were even together she did all that she could to shut me out. Then suddenly pull me back, then push.. Pull and push. It became us, I suppose I grew used to it. "Thats not healthy Catt" they'd say, "But I love her," was my only response. However the question remains, why do I love you so much? The one that nearly drove me to sanity at its finest, was also my savior. Holding and wiping my tears in constant apology.. But its my fault, its my fault.. It has to be. But I don't understand, what did I do? "You haven't done anything !" She'd always say.. So why is your back turned to me on the bed we share? In the hopes you'll acknowledge me I turn away.. Hoping the silence becomes our resolution. Hours pass in silence and I'm still awake. Staring at the wall, questioning my every move before you grew silent. Nothing. Over evaluation, a few tears escape wondering what I did to deserve being ignored like a ghost floating through the room attempting yet rejected to get your attention. Even a sound, scream at me I beg, "say something.. Anything." Still nothing. Don't leave me alone to the monster's of my imagination... Please... I'm sorry.. I love you
