Something

    There is definitely something missing. I don't know what it is. All I know is it's been missing ever since I turned four. I think it was a feeling. Yes! That's exactly what is was, a feeling. It was warm and fuzzy like a blanket, but it could also cut deep like a sword. This feeling is something I used to feel towards certain people. It wasn't hate, not fear, nor was it envy. I can picture it, it's just I can't remember what it's called. I forgot how to do this after the incident occurred. Before that I knew how to smile and trust and be happy. But now I live in an agonizing, fearful, hate-filled life. What was it!?!? Wait! Was it? No it couldn't be. Could it have been, l-love?

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If I turn this into a story it will keep you entertained whilst I'm making other chapters of Through Our Eyes.  It would also be a short story about 4-5 parts. Tell me what you think and if I get a lot of comments saying to make it into a story I will.