I wasn’t always alone.
I don’t remember much from when I was a kitten, just soft warmth and the sound of purring from my mother. But that didn’t last long. Not long enough to learn what love really felt like. One day, the world around me changed — it became darker, colder, and scarier. And then… it stayed that way. I was blind. Something happened to my eyes — I don’t know what. Maybe I was born like this. Maybe I got sick. But the light disappeared forever.
When other kittens ran and played, I stumbled and fell. When people passed by, they picked the cute, bright-eyed ones. No one reached for me. No one whispered my name. I heard them say, “Poor thing. It looks weird,” or “That one won’t survive.” Some even flinched when they saw my face. They called me ugly.
I wish I could have told them that I can still feel love. That I can still purr. That even though I can’t see the world, I can hear the birds singing in the morning, feel the sun warming my fur, and dream of a soft bed and a gentle hand.
But no one wanted me.
I lived under a broken porch for months. The days were long, and the nights — even longer. I listened to the footsteps of people walking by, always hoping one might stop. That maybe someone would see past my scars and into my soul. But they never did.
Some days, I didn’t eat. Some nights, I curled up tight, trying to stay warm. I meowed into the dark, but only silence answered. I waited. Waited for someone to love me.
Because I am blind and ugly, no one loves me.
That’s what I started to believe.
But deep inside, a small part of me still hopes. Hopes that somewhere, there’s a kind soul who won’t mind my missing eye or my uneven whiskers. Someone who won’t look at me with pity, but with love. Someone who will let me rest my head in their lap and listen to the sound of their voice, even if I’ll never see their face.
I want to be loved. Just once. Just for who I am.
I don’t need to see the stars — I only want to feel someone’s heartbeat beside mine. I don’t need toys or fancy food — only a name to call my own. I don’t want to be invisible forever.
So if you see me — really see me — please don’t turn away. I may be blind. I may not look perfect. But I have a heart full of love, still beating. Still waiting.
Please… don’t let me wait forever.
