MySarah

I hated bugs and insects but I don't know why that in any way he made me really love them. It's not possible but I can't find any reason why. Maybe the reason is him. Everytime when any bug or insect come near me or land on me, I would think it's him. Disguises himself as one to watch over me. Most of the time he were a fly that would landed himself on me, looked straight at me. You must think that "You're probably so disgusting that you attracted flies everywhere you go". It's not true, I'm disgusting but not in that way, I'm not smelly or stanky. I would've known. Flies would go away when you try to even move a bit. But he didn't. Countless time I managed to pet any bugs or insects without them running away. This time I wanted more, a centipede. 

Him. Someone who I may know or may not know. He isn't like any other. He's nowhere and everywhere but not here, with me. He's gone. Truly gone but he can't be gone when he wasn't even here at the first place. His voice were. I don't know how to call him out. He's the reason I don't want any other

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“The minimum feels like everything when you had nothing before it”