The windows are open

Only cat-owners living in high buildings know that feeling of seeing an open window: anxiety and fear, as if their beloved cat was about to jump through it, never to return again. It's not something you can teach them, they aren't kids who can understand the danger and avoid it. A kitty sees a bird flying outside and chases it no matter what, not realizing the 30 meters' height from there to the ground until it's too late.

This is why I am sad.

My windows are open all over the house, this is no longer a place for a cat to live in. It is not because we don't want to, but because –for medical reasons– I can't. I love cats but having them around hurts me, which is really hard to accept… though I have to say goodbye now.

Cookie's gone. And I miss her.

That possessive feeling we can't usually get rid of

Break-ups are hard. While you're love birds kissing and squeezing each other, both parts involved on the relationship develop this feeling of possession over their couple, so seeing them with someone else –romantically speaking, obviously– becomes painful and heart-breaking.

Everyone knows it is not nice to see your beloved one hooking up with not you. What no one seems to realize is that this possessive feeling exists in every –relatively– long lasting relationship, even in the ones where the involved people are not really in love.

The thing with books like Twilight or romantic comedies like Awkward is that they make you believe Bella and Jenna are madly in love with two guys at the same time, when actually it's all about that possessive feeling along with the attraction these guys radiate.

That being said, I'm not sure if a person can actually be in love with two or more people at the same time or it's just a confussion between the real feeling of love and the sexual attraction anyone can feel towards anyone, so… what are your thoughts?

Love?

Love. L-O-V-E. Amor. What's that?

Constantly saying how much we love this or that, not actually realizing… love, such a powerful and yet underrated word.

I hate the way we are used to it, as if it weren't a big deal. We waste words all the time, but one of the worst things we could possibly do is to throw away the daily "I love you"s. Open your eyes, world, someone is telling you they feel love towards you and you don't even care? And on the other hand, you just go and tell a person you love him/her as if you talked to them about the weather, motionless?

I must confess I'm one of those crazy, romantic girls who loves the idea of being in love. However, I am a bit scared of not recognizing my soulmate when I meet him –or her, though it'd surprise me. In fact, I'm scared that I might not have a soulmate at all. How do you know these things? Does everyone else have the instructions' book of life I'm missing or what?

Oh, whatever. Just take me to Pandora.

Confused

What do you do when all you've already done is not enough? I've fought against my biggest fears although they could seem stupid to you, and I've done it for him. But he always wants more, never stopping to appreciate the baby steps it took me to get there.
Now there is only pressure, misunderstandings and some annoying guilt on my chest that I can't get rid of, even though I think I'm right.
It feels bad.
Is it worth it?

In the right mood for sad songs

James won't give up

While I listened to this beautiful song, I just thought this could be the soundtrack to one of the stories I have in mind and, now, a bit in paper as well. The story of a woman who's turned into mermaid, hence her human life is forgotten by her and her lover discovers himself crossing the world from one point to another just to get her back. This song would obviously be sung by him, and it is so pure and lovely...

It's hard for me to believe that this stuff came out of my mind.