I left work.
I was walking down the street towards the bookshop lounge I loved so much.
I could feel his presence,
Behind me.
He was following me.

I stopped.
I turned.
I asked, “What are you doing?”
He said, “I’m waiting for you.”
I asked, “How long have you been waiting?”
He replied, “I have been walking in all your footsteps.”

I smiled.
I fell.

I told him I was like a rainy day.
He said he liked the rain.

I let him in.
He saw the storms.
He ran.

Turns out,
He only liked light showers.


And I was a hurricane.


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