White Ideal
You don’t need to call him. He comes on his own when he sees you.
You don’t need to tell him. He feels you in your silence.
You don’t need to ask him for attention. He provides it willingly.
The comfort of feeling his heartbeat sync with yours. Of his gaze staring in your eyes. Of his warmth brush up against you.
He is white. Not as snow. But as a fluffy cotton ball.
With patches of grey so you can spot him in the snow.
With green eyes that glisten in the sunlight.
He doesn’t speak a lot. He doesn’t need to. Because he is the type who doesn’t need words or sounds to communicate.
He has a heart bigger than you can imagine. Because no matter how much you push him away, he always comes back as if you never revoked him. And he wants to share his hugs, his love, his warmth. Because he might seem naïve, but he still thinks everyone he meets is as nice and loving as him.
We would all be so lucky to have such people in our lives.
Shame that such traits can only be found in a cat, though.
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