I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about you at this point. I know how I do feel but I’m afraid to voice it because I’m convinced it’s too soon.
Yet here I am standing in the doorway of your living room.
I’m meeting your family. This theoretically should be some kind of milestone in whatever sort of relationship we are having. You manage to make it feel so insignificant. You manage to make me feel so insignificant.
I’m standing in the doorway of your living room and I’m watching you greet your cat.
You clearly care about this cat. Nothing is clear about the way you feel of me.
Here I am standing in the doorway of your living room, with your family, watching you nuzzle your face against that of your cat.
I hate this cat. At this current moment in time I would give anything to be this cat.
Here I am standing in the doorway of your living room, with your family….
