Although I can very much confirm that this man is real, And I can very much confirm that me and my father are real. Just as much as I can confirm that anything is real. This story has been twisted and turned upon many centuries and it has come to me. My father calls me bugga and although that is not my name, it shows how real this story is. How real he is. My butterfly that's what I shall call him. I met him a few other times and we hung out plenty. But when he was away I felt like I was missing something. It felt like every time he walked off and said goodbye, he pulled something with him. I don't believe in love at first sight, nor do I believe in a "true loves kiss" but something about him almost made me believe. He had hair the color of a dark oak tree, old and aged although it still looked very young. It curled into little moon crescents that held stars in the universe that only I could see. His eyes sparkled as maple syrup poured out of them like undammed rivers. His smile brought joy to my entire world, and I knew everything was going to be okay. He held me close and cradled me just so. He was warm but never too warm even on the hottest day in summer, 112°, I still wanted to be close to him. We did everything story books had told us only princes and princesses got to do. Like dance in the rain, or spin in elegant ballrooms, or even sneak off together to laugh just a little bit longer.
This is a real story with real people. The events may not have happened just as I have described them, And the people may not be just as you can see them but the story is real. Fairy tales aren't always fake. Believe it is so and you can do anything.
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Him and I
De Todojust a small short story. Emphasis on SHORT. this is only going to be at most four thousand words because I want to write something and publish it to accomplish something.
