Dear Chloe Price | by 3BulletNecklace

10. Blue Butterfly

Dear Chloe Price,

I didn't write in here for so so long.

I thought about it everyday, I missed doing this as I used to but somehow I couldn't bring my self to type or write you a single word.

I hated it and most importantly I'm hating that I'm slowly getting over all this, all the past, I'm almost getting over you. Don't get me wrong, there's no way I will forget and I will never reach a day when I won't think about you and what we've been through at least once, but somehow I've rebuilt a life and my self 8n a way that doesn't revolve around you that much. I'm still an artist who likes to dwell on darkness and sadness to express from a perspective the deepest feelings I perceive, but it's not the only thing that keeps me alive anymore.

I've had no other love like you still, I'm enjoying my time alone. But I don't need you anymore.

And I hate it.

I hate that I should love it.

I never wanted to move on, comfort came against my will but every story must grow old.

Deep down I know that it's just because this timeline is so far away from ours. And anyway I got a tattoo of a blue butterfly on my wrist, because in reality, even if I somehow completely forget everything, there will forever be a latent sadness built upon the memory of you inside of me, an indecisive voice shouting violently the deepest kind of love and bond I have ever and will ever have with another being.

I wish I could tell my self to run, but no instinct of my survival is how it used to be.

That butterfly is a bright navy blue.

Beacuse I really see the world through a blue filter with your signature on it.

Blue as your eyes, your hair and your soul. Blue as your lips the moment I you lost forever. Blue.

I'll never forget about you and the welcoming blueness you bring into my soul, Chloe.
I will always love you.

Max Caulfield