5. The fly named Will.

I was on a holiday weekend with some of my friends and we had been smoking all day. When we were hanging out by the campfire, a fly landed on my arm. I decided his name was Will, and I told him anything I needed to get off my chest. I even gave him a little kiss, but suddenly he took off. I cried and cried and cried, but a couple hours later, Will got back to my arm (in reality it was probably some other fly, but to me it was Will). I was the happiest man alive. One day I will meet him again….