Bewildered
I've loved mummies since I was 4.
A strange love. An unfathomable love.
I know.
But everyday that passes I can't but help wonder something.
I wonder if mummies is all that I have.
If they are who I am.
What I am.
Who I am meant to love.
I wonder if mummies are my one and only true love.
Even though I know they can't love me back.
But they can never hurt me.
And the scary thing is that I am ok with that.