Bella
It is not unusual to find someone who loves you, it is, however, rare to find that love without expectations. My weekends begin with her arrival. She would ring the bell to which I would instantly climb out of my bed to welcome her in. I would make tea and sit by the door, the warm liquid waking up my senses while she walked around the house before plopping down next to me. As I gently stroked her hair, she would stare out of the door. Her big hazel eyes longing for something out of reach, like a prisoner in her own body waiting for a door to unlatch. Our mornings like these were quiet and placid. We talked less but said more in between these conversations. Although it seems only yesterday, I first met Bella a few months ago. I returned home after work one day and found her sprawled like a royal, right before my front door. I have not been much of a feline person in my life, so when she hollered warning me not to hop over her into my apartment door, I unwittingly dropped my pur...