Feline didn't live at yours. But she was always there.

You'd notice the second you came in, because her shoes were just laying around and you could hear her giggling because of some TV show.

You'd sneak up on her and smile at the hoodie she was wearing, which was way too big and by the way yours.

She'd scream when you'd pull on a strand of her messy hair and turn around, giggling again, to press a light, quick kiss on your lips.

Even though you were sweaty she'd pull you on the couch and curl up on you, while you were gently kissing her hand over and over again.

She wouldn't let you go so you had to wait until she fell asleep, and then you didn't dare to take a shower because you didn't want to wake her up.

The next morning she'd be gone, leaving just the soft smell of spring and a note saying she went to grab coffee at four in the morning.

Even though it was hours later now, you knew she'd be back eventually, because her shoes were still laying around in your hallway.