Missed Connections – Mystery Prince

I wanted to sit three yards away from you and stare at you in loaf position and hiss when you got too close, but we never got the chance for that dance. We locked eyes for but an instant before you swaggered away, and ever since then, I’ve felt regret for What Could Have Been. The Life We Could Have Had Together—yards apart, no speaking, just glaring, and a secret kinship.

You’re a big-boned black tomcat with a white star on your chest—fairy coloring, according to lore. Our paths crossed on 23rd and Taylor.

I’ve gotta know your name or else I’ll bite the closest human hand for no reason.

Please inform,

I.M. Limerence