Butterflies
March 5, 2008 by WinterAngel
I woke up early this morning to the sound of my phone playing the message alert tune. Instinctively, I knew, even before I reached for my phone, that it would be you. The message I received made me smile and reminded me, once again, of how happy you always make me. When I got up from bed, I had this unexplainable compulsion to know where I was at this exact date last year. Or rather, where we were.
I dug up my archives and saw the March 5th, 2007 file. Holding my breath for some reason, I double clicked on the text file… and the conversation we had made my heart flutter and lips quiver. And having reminisced about those moments, one thought remained in my head… butterflies.
I have always thought butterflies to be the most beautiful creatures on earth. In all of creation, they placed second only to the angels. At least, in my eyes. Their beautifully crafted wings flutter so gently as they soar with the wind, showing off vivid colors and intricate designs which only nature could perfect.
When I was a little girl, I dreamed of growing wings on my back. Iridescent rainbow wings that would make me similar to the creatures I so admire. But when I realized that I can’t have wings, I thought that if I cannot have that kind of beauty for myself, then I could at least have one by my side always. Beautiful rainbow wings that I could stare at to my heart’s content.
And I did catch a butterfly. I caught one between my palms, and placed her inside a glass bottle. But when I looked at that creature of profound beauty, her wings were crooked… broken. And she was no longer able to flutter those masterpieces for me. And I cried. I cried until there were no more tears left. I cried as I watched true beauty die right before my eyes.
It was then that I realized that what made butterflies truly beautiful was their freedom . It was the wonder of rainbow wings draped upon sweet-smelling petals… the marvel of fairy wings silhouetted against the sky. And since then, I was content to just catch fleeting glimpses of them from afar.
I’ve always thought you would be a buttefly to me, angel. Captivating yet so elusive, so near yet always beyond my reach. But as it turned out, you brought much more than beauty and happiness to my life. You brought me true love. And that is much more than I ever hoped to have.
