Created December 24, 2020
I didn’t know this at the time, but we were once butterflies.
We saw each other, but our wings moved too quickly to see the beauty.
Now, you travel to high places as I follow you. Trust you. And love you.
You often fly towards something as bright as the sun.
It is something I cannot see, yet, you guide me along your journey.
We stay together through thick and thin.
Like a moth, I’m drawn to your flame.
Your smile lights up my world and I am no longer in the dark.
Time passes and the wind blows.
Your flame will sometimes flicker and your wings get tired of flying.
Together, we stay strong, but are delicate at the same time.
In doubt, your heart will beat like a butterfly’s wings flapping 12 times per second.
Butterflies are vibrant and colorful.
Though, you think that time has faded your colors, and your wings aren’t as beautiful.
But I love you, still.
Unlike a glass case that pins your wings,
I am a sturdy wardrobe that can protect and set you free.
My door will always be open, no matter how fast or slow the years may seem to fly.
My heart will always be yours.
I will always be drawn to your flame.
We may not be butterflies anymore
and we might not give each other butterflies,
but you still give me moths.
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