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i made him the sun and i swore that no one could take him from me. i should have known that making him the light would attract bugs. traps were set and pests were caught. i pulled the carcasses from the sticky strips and brought them straight to him. he denied and lied and said the bodies weren't real, and that i was the only lady bug he'd seen. quietly, the infestation grew and i knew it wasn't in my head. while he slept, i found the crumbs he left behind. all along, silently feeding the same bugs who were tearing us apart. the bugs excited him, or so i've been told. they mean nothing to him, or so i've been told. just something to help his boredom pass, or so i've been told.. he told his friends he wanted to move to brazil, and see all of the beautiful butterflies they had to offer. defeated, left to mourn a love unfought for, stuck questioning how i ever thought his words would be enough.