I suspect that you are one of the better people, and I’m so glad you’re happy now.
On July 23rd, two years ago, I wrote: “You might be the gentlest person I know, like a butterfly cupped in my hands, you’re the first beautiful thing that I don’t want to hurt.”
I didn’t have to unfold my hands, because you have already flown away.
1 comment:
this is lovely. well written.
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