I talk to my therapist about you

Hazel eyes

The warm and fluffy forms climbed all over and around me as I knelt on the soft carpeted floor.
"Would you believe it?!" Tyler childishly exclaimed, an adorable spark in his chocolatly hazel eyes.
I was overwhelmed in adoration, and I couldn't help glide my hand across one small ginger tom's back.
He responded by stretching his weak paw out, although still unaware of his surroundings as his eyes were still tight shut.
"What are you gonna do with them all?" I said through a squeaky voice, still distracted by the adorable little guy stumbling towards me.
Tyler began rambling some nonsense about wanting to keep them, but the fact that his Mum had found some possible owners, as she was a very sociable lady who had plenty of friends to enquire with.

The Tom continued to approach me, clearly interested by my existence. He pawed at my knee before I so gently raised him from the floor to place him on my lap. Immedietly, he settled down to rest, an action which filled my empty heart full of warmth. 

Tyler's rambling came to an end when he realised I was smiling, completely in my element. I hated to admit it, but I'd never felt what 'love' was like until then. This kitten lit up whatever dimness there was in my mind, and even though he was still blind to the light of the world he still somehow managed to trust me as though we were bonded.

"Knew he'd like you more than us." Tyler chuckled, standing up and smiling down at me. Liz strolled back into the room with a hot pink mug, most likely full of luke warm tea. 

"Ahh, You've met the mardy one." She smiled, sitting down. "Well, guess we'll be taking you up to the pet shop some point in the next few weeks. Your mother's pretty set on having the little guy. He's all yours."

I stammered upon realisation of what was happening. 

As ridicuous as it sounded, I began to cry.

Not out of sadness, but out of completion. I'd always wanted someone I could take some responsibility in. I'd spent the last few year of my life being the one who people care for, out of ure sympathy. Yet, this was my chance to finally feel somewhat useful.