of cats and men

Laura...

-petting a stray cat

-playing/running around with big friendly dogs outside

-coming back inside covered in dirt and grass stains

-using her claws to become the best tree climber who ever lived

-playing an old arcade game on a big console

-trying chocolate for the first time

-wearing a puffy winter coat that makes her look like an Eskimo

-sticking her tongue out while coloring with markers

-being amazed that Rice Crispies make noises

- using Band-Aids even though she doesn’t need them, just because she likes all the different designs

- discovering puffy stickers :3

-stomping through rain puddles

-having an incurable sweet tooth

-eating peanut butter out of a jar with a spoon

-learning to ride a bike

-blowing bubbles in her milk with a straw

-having a special stuffed animal

-eating breakfast in a diner and stuffing herself with waffles

-wearing soft pjs and wrapping her small self in 50 blankets

-sleeping without nightmares

-constantly fiddling with the car radio dial until Logan puts a piece of duct tape over it AND the AC controls

-always falling asleep in the back seat but never while riding shotgun

- trying on every pair of sunglasses every time she enters a gas station or any other store with a glasses rack

-pouting when Logan tells her she’s not old enough to drink coffee

-still not getting why she can’t just open any food in the store that she wants when it hasn’t been paid for yet

-wandering off every time Logan takes her somewhere *protective mutant dad activates*

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.