… rather than butterflies.

I was young and naive when I had my first skips of heartbeats. I was childish back then when we ended up carving our names under that old maiden tree.

But I grew up, and I realized what you meant with your darkness that the facade of light absorbed all of me.

I realized how feelings last forever. I realized how the butterflies take flight and disappear. I realized how trees die in distortion.

Growing up, I realized a lot of things — then some were about you. You weren’t anymore the best chapter, the greatest plot twist, the little monochrome butterfly, or the noiseless beat.

But then I realized, you could have been, too.

– El

you first sent me fireworks
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