There are so many things I need to say to her, so many questions I want to ask her. I wish I could have that chance, but I never will.

She's like the stray cat I see outside every night that looks cold, sad, hungry, scared. I try to invite him inside by putting food out, hoping he will decide to come inside and let me take care of him, give him a warm blanket, food, affection; but no matter how hard I try he never does come inside because he's had too many bad experiences with humans and wont trust them anymore. He wants too though, you can see it in his eyes, but he cant overcome his fear of people so he chooses to remain cold, sick, and hungry.

That cat is Marky, and it fills me with sadness.