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butterfly.

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To answer my own question, I did have something worth living for in this world I'm forced to call home.

It was someone.

Just like the feeling of fluttering butterflies in my stomach did I feel a sort of warmth around you.

Just like a fluttering butterfly, you flew towards me and encouraged me to spread my wings.

The moment you opened up your heart to me did I realise that it was okay to be vulnerable around the people you love.

But was it really okay?

Through my healing did I not realise you were hurting.

Just like a butterfly, you were so beautiful that I'm scared.

Would you stay by my side?

I'm scared that if I let go of your hand, you'll fly away and break.

Instead of answering my question, you just flashed me a soft smile and embraced me in your arms.

That was my last remaining memory of you besides the fluttering butterflies that follow me everywhere I go.

For I let go of your hand and left your heart broken instead.

I thought that if I let go, maybe you could live a life without having to ease my pain all the time.

My butterfly, you were one of the best things that happened to me.

I'm sorry I left you to fly on your own.

I was afraid I'd break your wings with the weight of myself.