Mectin is my friend. But I'm just not quite sure if I'm her friend.

Mectin has been very nice to me for the past few days, very loving and sweet. We spoon every night. It's our little ritual. But the truth is, I think I love Mectin way more than she loves me. Sometimes I am deceived by her longingful eyes, her passionate head bumps, her melodic purrs, but Mectin does not truly love me. I believe she only loves the idea of me, she loves me as a figure. She could give a shit less who I am, or who I am not. I am completely replaceable. But maybe that's okay. She has a right not to be attached, she's only a kitty.