It is rather odd, isn't it? The amount of butterflies in this world. No set of wings alike. All butterflies are different sizes and they all fly at different heights. These butterflies are the people we come across on this Earth. Everyone has their own story which is so very special to them and everyone brings a new lesson different from the last butterfly. Most lessons beautiful, but some, oh, so tragic. Now sometimes these lessons teach understanding and compassion. Other times, these lessons teach abandonment and loss. I have had far more of the latter. Currently, I am being taught, again, what it feels like to lose someone you love. And let me tell you, it never gets better. Her wings have brushed against my skin too many times, they have left too many marks for this to be easy, I know that, but I didn't think it would be this difficult. I guess that is what happens when you let someone in your mind. This time, however, I am not going to fight. I am not going to break myself apart to keep everyone else whole. If she does not want to stay, she may go. I simply love her far too much to make her stay. So I wish her the best, for I know she will accomplish lovely things. And as for me, I guess I am done getting to know people, because needing someone isn't beautiful or poetic. It is just tremendously painful.

And although it is painful, there is some good that comes out of it. You tend to discover more about yourself. Sometimes, it is an adventure to find your identity. This time, I was told that I am like a warm winter blanket. So protective of others, but why haven't I been protecting myself? From now on, I will protect myself. I wish for you all to do the same, and maybe, just maybe, all of the hurt in this world will cease.