I hopes

I hoped to play out for her a mystery. To run along beside her and tease her with my scent. I hoped for her to keep running but at some point she tripped and I kept running. I had set up everything. Each trap, trip-wire, and moment of the day so skillfully executed to keep her eye. I was enticing to her senses. I drew out words to string her along a path to understand my games of mystery. I hoped that one day she might catch a word thrown out and cling to it. She might feel the feelings that I felt. She might finally know my name. I hoped.