Why the Butterfly flutters

There was a time, I met this girl.

Something in her eyes subdued me. Something that tamed me, and at the same time, made me feel alive. I had been floating, drifting so carelessly in the strawberry fields, so disenchanted with love but for a moment, I saw good in it.

So we talked for the night. Under the blanket of cosmic mystery, I was for once blessed by the dating Moguls. She rested her head on me as I watched her sleep. Her gentle weight upon my lap and her hair weaved across my thighs.

We made magic that night and the morning after. The passion in me had lost its wings of lust, it was love for the first time. There was something in her that I was dying to hold on to, a cause that was fleeting from me. The defiance of time and boundaries in my attempt to keep this from being just a memory. I didn't want this to end.

Stay in my memory.

Then she kissed me, with the same sadness in her eyes. It touched me, almost like a reverberating silence in my hollow heart. The echo slowly filling the void of my desolate conscience. Perhaps it was time I returned from my sabbatical.

Stay in my memory, you'll always be in mine.

Living with a memory was the most painful thing for me. The burden of "what if's" weighed incessantly on me. The others came and went as fast as I drifted from one possiblity to the next casualty. I had to arrest this, I had to chase the dream.

So I did.

Two nights of magic was all we had. All I had done, was tasted impossibilty. And I was hooked. She was the magic mushroom that cured me, and the aftermath of my rudimental awakening was a dependency on her. She was all I wanted.

The kiss of impossibility was a tease, a stroke that devalued everything else around it. She was the yardstick to measure all else that came to challenge, that tried to pry me away.

The naiviety of me.

The open heart of a Butterfly, like all else, is a vulnerable one. I kept my world guarded for a reason, and perhaps it was a mistake to open it. She was the fleeting dream beneath my feet, and I watched as reality set in to take her away, again.

I want to stay in your memory, she said. You'll always be in mine.

"Someday, someone will make you happy. It wouldn't be me.."