If she only knew how strong she was. Strong enough to stand on her own when the world felt like it was against her.

If she only knew how creative she was. Creative enough to inspire the world around her.

If she only knew how empathetic she was. Empathetic enough help others feel seen and heard.

If she only knew how much impact she’d have. She would give herself a second chance at life....

The look he gives me.

Playful. Mischievous. Daring.

What goes on behind those eyes? What goes on when he ignores me? Or when he invades my personal space?

To think, one day, his presence will no longer be felt.

His scratches, his bites, his meows.

How can something so small take up so much of my heart?

My dear Walter Mittens....

Dust settles as tears stopped flowing.

Never again would I want to feel this hurt.

Yet, there’s something that pulls me forward.

From the depths of my emotions, a faint beat catches my heart.

Hours, days, years go by and the faint beat gets stronger.

In those passing moments of time I’ve learned to feel again, live again, love again.

In that moment where I was finally at peace, you came into ...