Cats are better than people. They don't judge you for tiny things. They might get scared of you if you make a noise, and they'll run away, but they'll come back. They will always come back. Humans don't come back. They run away, leave you lost and alone, and forget how to come back. They forget "I'm sorry" and "I know I hurt you." When they run off, they're found by someone else. We're not found. We stay lost, wandering endlessly, hoping for someone to show up. To find us. No one ever does. We know this. We keep looking. People break your heart. Rip it into shreds, shatter it to pieces. They take a piece of it. It's always the biggest peice. Eventually, we'll have nothing left. Some of them come back; they'll tell you they're sorry. They'll mean it. You'll stitch those pieces back together. But it's like repairing a glass vase with Elmer's glue. It's still broken. The cracks are just hidden better. We've been lost. Broken. Glued together, but not all the way. Some people have been found. I still need someone to find me.
