Playing with my heart.
Stringing me along.
Couldn’t he see I was in love with him?
He wasn’t my normal type at all.
He was moody, had no distinguishing features that set him apart from anyone else and yet… I loved him.
He was also a lot bigger than me.
Yet still, he liked to chase me… and I let him.
By doing so I kept him interested. I knew that once I told him how I felt it would probably be over. He’d get bored and move onto something or someone else.
That’s just what cats did.
And I was just a mouse.