Novel & Cerita Loves Like A Butterfly

"Letting it go like that." He nodded very seriously, his little face full of thought. "I think butterflies do not like hugs. They are too small and delicate. Their wings might get hurt." "I think you are right," I agreed. "They need to fly free." He giggled happily and ran off again, his short legs pumping as he spotted another butterfly. Watching him laugh like that settled something warm and protective inside me. No matter what happened with everything else... I would not let anyone steal this joy from him. Not ever.

His eyes held no judgment, no pity, only a profound, focused gaze, as if trying to understand. "Because," he said, just as softly, as if afraid of disturbing something, "a butterfly's life is full of pain and transformation. It must endure the darkness of its cocoon, the tearing pain of breaking free, to escape its shell. Only then can its wings become strong enough to fly." He paused, adding, "Even if those wings bear scars that can never be erased. Right?" My fingers, holding the charcoal pencil, trembled uncontrollably. Eight years of love, giving everything, had only resulted in a carefully crafted joke, a complete deception and betrayal.

but that is Revan Rathore is the second name of madness; the madness that is nothing in front of his butterfly's love; he himself does not know if he loves her or not but he is obsessed with her for sure. he had said I love you to his butterfly but it was all fake; he never mean it and he knows it the day his butterfly will come to know that he does not love her; she will try her best to leave him but will he let that happen? never. now all he was waiting for his butterfly to wake up soon...

Opening the bedroom door, looking at my wife in the bed slumbering nicely, I went straight to the bathroom and showered. I laid down after drying my hair. My mind was all about Jasmin, my lady butler. Something inside me making my heart beats faster, felt complicated. 'Am I falling in love to my lady butler?' I felt this complicated feelings since that night I kissed and embraced her tight. Tonight, my feelings became more intense, I want to make love to her! i wanted to owned her, to love her! OH GOD! JASMIN! his mind shouting. Jasmin things were messing his mind now. He could hardly fall asleep, mind drifting, drifting till so late and fell sleep at last.

I love you. I narrowed my eyes on the screen. I prepared to type my reply in. To: Love ♥ Where are you? I opened the message thread and read all our past conversations. I widened my eyes as I felt goose bumps all over my body. To: Love ♥ I’m not going to give you the moon and the stars, Love. I’m going to give you the whole galaxy because you’re worth every asteroid and comet from the Milky Way. Remember that. And that doesn’t even compare to how much I love you. Good night, Love. Stop writing, it’s late. Please rest more, my Milky Way.

In front of her was the field of flowers of different colors and sizes. After a while, a black butterfly flew from its hiding place at the back of roses. As the butterfly approached her, she lifted her right hand. The insect landed on her fingers. “What did you all get for me this time?” she asked the butterfly. To anyone who could witness what she was doing, they might think she had gone insane. But it wasn’t the case she was like that. She found a talent of her own when she was just a little girl. She could talk to animals, plants, and insects.

“You love being outside, right?” I began and waited for her to nod her head. When she does, I continue. “How would you feel if I locked you inside the house and refused to let you out?” She thought about it for a second, a cute little frown appearing between her brows. “Very bad.” “Would it make you happy being inside all the time?” “No.” “That’s the same with this pretty butterfly. It loves being outside where it can fly around. If you lock it inside, it will be very, very sad. It won’t even want to eat or play with you. Is that what you want?”

“You can run, but you cannot hide Butterfly.” Butterfly. She used to love that name, but no. She is not and would never be a butterfly—a weak, spineless creature that can so easily be hurt, one that he could catch in a net or a fancy glass, showing her the world outside but not letting her reach it. She would never be his butterfly because that way she would always be reminded how easily crushable she is, how easily she could be blown away as dust.

A great piece from a super lover," she added with an emoji of a heart. She sends her own poem eager to show him how she too, was a literary queen and how much she felt alive reading the words that had come out of his heart to her—his emotions bleeding on ink and paper. She calls it 'Heart songs for Nat' Heart songs for Nat. A butterfly flapping it’s wings in lightless, undulating flight, so do i fly into a daydream miraculously clear, with you. A colony of bees busied by the aromatic beckon of that sweet nectar, so do i busy my soul with the bliss of your joyful presence. A gathering of white heaven lilies, a lamb or dove in its rest, so do i lay in pure innocence in bed with you. The cresce

I believe in love, because it exists, I may not have experienced it yet, but I am not looking for it, I let it find me and maybe it will make me a new person. We would need a hundred words where we have only one, this little word of love that is good for everything and suitable for nothing, this verb to love that hangs out everywhere, that goes for everything, the love of God, love men, self-love, love of others, and I love my mother, and I love my husband, and I love my daughter, and I love my dog ​​(and the more I watch the man , the more I love my dog), and I love fries, and I love Venice, and I love Ravel, and I love your ass, and I love you, and I love to believe it.