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The Journey:Yukio’s Rant

It feels like just yesterday when the idea of welcoming a cat into my life seemed like a distant fantasy, a shimmering mirage on the horizon of my imagination. Now, that dream has unfurled into reality, but not without its share of trials and tribulations.

I recall a conversation with him, my boyfriend, just moments ago. His voice was a soothing balm, assuring me that everything would be alright—that we would weather this storm together. He had chosen the runt of the litter, a delicate creature already teetering on the brink of existence. The little one was weak and fragile, a whisper of life that seemed to fade with every passing moment.

Tending to her before placing her in my care was no small feat; it felt like walking a tightrope over an abyss. There were nights when I lay awake, heart pounding, fearing that I would awaken to find her breathless and still. I kept my worries hidden beneath layers of hope until I could no longer contain them.

But today, as I look at Yukio—named after a character from Deadpool. The truth of her struggle is now a story I share openly to him and grateful for the unwavering faith he had in me. That faith belonged to him—her foster father, who nurtured her before entrusting her to my care.

The notion of co-parenting a cat was never etched into my plans; it was an unexpected twist in the narrative of my life. I had always envisioned myself as an independent figure, navigating the world solo with my feline companion. Yet here I am, sharing this journey with him—a dream that peaks into traditional boundaries.

Yukio now has two homes filled with love and attention from two humans. I am not merely a single mother like the Internet portrays these days; rather, I am part of a duo—a feminine spirit nurturing a cat who receives equal affection from both her foster parents.

I am grateful for Yukio’s presence in my life, just as I am thankful for him—the man who knows exactly what to say to remind me that I deserve this happiness. His words are like gentle waves lapping at the shores of my insecurities, assuring me that love is abundant and shared.

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25.09.2024

28.12.2024

“Hoping for a glimpse of the warmth we once shared…”

Because in the quiet corners of my mind, shades of blue line these walls, each hue a whisper of memories I cannot bear.

They peel themselves from the starless sky, slipping into my bed on nights when sobriety is a fickle friend, and the days offer little solace, each amber light a reminder of you.

But every golden ray falls short, just shy of three PM, when I find myself in a crowded bar, lost among laughter that feels like a distant echo.

There you are, woven into the fabric of strangers' laughs, your essence lingering in a song I've skipped four times on this lonely drive to nowhere.

We exist in that second booth by the window, in the fleeting joy of a good day spent with faces that are not yours.

Even your absence brings the ghost of you to the party, especially your absence— it makes our gathering all the more vital, as if to defy the void you left behind.

Yet within these painted blue walls, darkness reigns supreme, and no light can alter this melancholy hue.

I am forever haunted by your specter, a bittersweet reminder that love lingers long after it has faded.

indigo, @solavey 

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