Butterfly

Butterfly

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Exactly one in the afternoon, I still remember the day that we met , I still remember the lavender scent and tall figure that was standing right in front of me.The way you looked at me, made me feel things I never felt my whole life.Our first encounter was magical and enchanting.Although, I dont know if you felt the same way I did You've always been my light. I cant even Imagine my life without you. Yet, your light slowly went away and left me in this dark and sorrowful life. Here I am now, watching you as you go with someone else, leaving our hopes and dreams behind so as the memories that we shared for the past years we've been together. Now, I am ready to let go. You, our dreams and memories. Of course, its hard but I will do it for me and for you, I will seal this love that has been beating for you When I see butterflies, they remind me of you. I hope that when we finally cross paths I could finally and officially say "Goodbye" to you, my love.
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A happy childhood, a so-so adolescence. Then adulthood arrived, and everything went to hell. And by everything, I mean it. Grown-up life is truly a wonderful, dazzling adventure! A job that drains your soul, stripping away any will to live while fueling a more or less justified homicidal instinct; depression knocking at the door with a lovely bouquet of red roses and, last but not least, the remnants of a social life buried somewhere under my shoes. Not the ones I'm wearing now; those are slippers, big difference. I mean the pretty ones in the cabinet that I haven't touched in five years. Love can be destructive. It catches you, ensnares you, devours you, and if you're unlucky enough, it leaves you standing in nothing but your underwear before reducing you to ashes. I had made peace with my "and she lived single, forever unhappy but safe" fate. A house, one, four, eight, maybe twenty cats and a future as flat as a heart monitor that's given up the ghost. No joys, minimal suffering, because there's only so much a heart can take before it calls it quits. And honestly? Fuck it, I'd been through enough. ... But he changed everything. In the worst, most terrifying way possible. From this abyss, I may never climb back out.

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