u/Acrobatic_Neck_6293

Wings of a butterfly mustn’t be touched so their dust remains intact. Without it, they simply cannot fly. Is that what you’re afraid of?

It’s possible with magic. Dust that is. With just a sprinkle and a happy thought you could fly too. Given the choice between swimming the ocean or flying, what would you choose? Maybe you would exchange your fins to discover the wide open land?

With all the time I’ve had to ponder, I bet you see me as the aloof, flying type. Never staying in one place and opting to never grow up. It truly is ironic how similarly our tales intertwine. Maybe you realized before me. It was your coy reaction that led me to my discovery. Sorry about your mom, I made sure he could never be anyone’s “right hand” man just for you.

I do admit it feels like a hook through my chest each time my effort and your response mismatches. Has too much time passed from when I’d brush by you, fighting the urge to merge your mouth with mine?

Should I stay clear of your boulder so that not to block your sun? Would you pull me in for a dip so we could have a little fun?
It was never the visitor in the blue dress but you who makes me smolder. Would you let me brush the sea weed from your eyes and relinquish all these thoughts I hold inside? If I told you that you’re the only one who makes me feel alive? I believe we have found one another in every life and that it wasn’t my last breath, but the goodbye we faced each time that made me truly die. Grab my hand, together we will both take flight.

- 2nd on the right

Let’s talk. That was not your exact name but wouldn’t you know I just put it all together. All those times you contacted me out of familiarity. I don’t know if you have disconnected today as I haven’t heard from you. There are so many things I could say and I don’t know if it’s too late. I can, however, guarantee you that you would have been far less irritated had you realized I hadn’t actually put it all together. I can see now how your irritability came about. Hmmm. What to say that isn’t an outright compliment? How about I find you perfectly imperfect just the way you are. You’d see that side of me, the one who would choose you 100% if you showed yourself. I love you.

They’re never good. It was almost to the climax of the film when production suddenly slowed down. The only two in the show had been hitting it off. Even after all the time that had passed. A switch was hit, one that opened up trust and the comfortability of being themselves. It seemed that opening up, well it looked promising. Take my wild and I’ll take all of you. Then something happened that couldn’t be predicted. Pain and unspoken hurt exploded in the air, seemingly about irrelevant things. The insecurities reigned high. The uncertainty could no longer be fought. They say when two people love one another they subconsciously curate an argument, fight, regrettably a false sense of incompatibility is created just so the goodbye lands softer. Let’s be real, your absences have never been soft. I just wish you hadn’t fought yourself so hard about loving me…my love for you. I could never tell you to your perfect face but you were my everything. I wanted a future together. You made me feel light. Alive. Two people capable of healing one another. Two scared people incapable of being vulnerable.