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The Memories Thirty Seven - Cat Date

I looked ridiculous carrying a picnic basket in one hand, a baby bag filled with cat things slung on my shoulder, and a fat cat cradled in my arm, while the "mother" was busy taking photos of the scenic view before us, not even bothering to check if we were okay.

It's fine... Anything for you, Mia.

Winter is coming soon, so I took the chance to get Mia and Migi out of the house to enjoy the remaining days of fall. It's beautiful to imagine that the deciduous trees let go of their leaves, to let themselves breathe and recuperate until spring comes to grow new ones. I secretly hope we can be like them, let go of the negativities, recharge, and start fresh.

She only agreed to go on a picnic with me because I said I wanted to spend time with Migi, to take him outside. Besides, he's my son, too. It was cute, the way she tried to weasle her way out of this date, throwing excuses here and there, but when I said that she's denying me my rights to see my "son", and some help from her father reiterating that forgiveness is divine, she was speechless and defeated.

Still I feel grateful. Away from school, away from the pressures of life, we finally had time together. This would be our first official date.

She walked on ahead. I can't help but stare in awe, how this annoying peculiar girl changed my pespectives, my beliefs, my whole life. The way she smiled at each beautiful pictures from her polaroid made me grin like an idiot. God, I missed this.

I was surprised when she turned to me and snapped a photo. I felt my mouth hung open stupidly, almost dropping Migi, causing him to cling onto my arm. Mia laughed at us, we must have looked really stupid and hilarious. The whole fiasco caused my muscles to spasm so I settled for the spot nearby. I laid everything on the grass, and Mia came running for Migi.

"Shall we put on his harness? He might run away..."

I shook my head in disbelief. "Mia, trust him a little. He won't go running amok because he's too lazy for that."

I spread Migi's blanket and placed him there. He spun around lazily before slumping into the heap and licked his paws cutely. I sat beside him, fighting the urge to squish him because he literally was a fat ball of fur. "See what I mean? He already claimed half of the blanket," I pointed at the fat cat, flaunting a good sploot. Mia only chuckled.

Standing up to stretch my sore limbs, my eyes roamed at the breathtaking scenery, spotting a beautiful lone daisy nearby and decided to go pick it. Twirling it in my hand, I realized I didn't know what Mia's favorite flower was, or color, or food. All we did was bicker nonstop, talk about meaningful stuff, but skipped the most basic things.

Click.

I didn't notice that she followed me to take a picture. Mia smiled at me as she waited for the photo to slide out from the camera. She was stunning. Her long silky hair flowed down her shoulders, her mint-colored dress danced as the wind blew gently, her teal cardigan slipped down her shoulder, exposing her neckline and exquisitely sculpted collarbone.

Feeling overprotective, I sauntered towards her to help fix herself. Realizing we were only inches apart, she looked down at her feet to hide her blushing face, but I caught her chin to make her gaze directly into my eyes. I have rehearsed hundreds of lines to say to her, but I got lost in her eyes. Instead, I tucked her hair behind her ear and placed the daisy on it. As my fingers brushed against the exposed skin of her shoulder upon pulling the cardigan to cover her up, my heart skipped a beat, making me all flustered and bashful, but I intentionally let her witness how tremendously she affects me, in a good and innocent way.

But before I even attempt to embarrass myself by saying something cringe-worthty, I cleared my throat, "Let's go back to Migi, he might get too lonely."