Butterfly

Meaning:

A graceful, angelic creature that is often described as magical like as it gently dances in the air, but is often hard to catch. Often cannot see its own wings, missing its own beauty. It goes where it pleases and pleases where ever it goes.

That's what he called me. See, I envied them, butterflies. I wished I was able to spread my wings, wished I was free to fly.

But I wasn't. And these were the reasons why...

1. Deep inside my heart was a darkness borne of a suppressed memory of seeing my mom take her last breath.

2. I lived with the ache of knowing my baby girl never took her first breath.

3. I'd stopped yearning for love and learned to only be available physically. That was, until one man made me want to give him everything with just his electric touch.

So then...

What do you do when love is ready for you?

Do you fight it?
Do you reluctantly meet it halfway?
Or do you spread your wings and let it set you free?