A Garden Full of Butterflies

They say butterflies represent the soul-fragile, beautiful, and fleeting. That was exactly what Theo was to me. He was a garden in full bloom, a kaleidoscope of colors that turned my grey world into something vibrant. He was my transformation. My hope. My absolute joy.

For a long time, I believed that beauty was strong enough to withstand the storm. I believed that we were strong enough to survive it.

But that was way back then. Before the colors faded. Before the winter came. Now, looking back at the wreckage of us, I realize the cruelest truth of all: The garden was never real. It was just a beautiful illusion I desperately wanted to exist. And I was the only one living in it