To My White Butterfly
After listening to everything you said, a quiet realization settled in me, there is a lack of emotional maturity within me that I am only now beginning to understand.
And yet, slowly, genuinely, I find myself becoming a fan of who you are: your personality, your presence, your way of being. The closer I try to come, the more I feel that perhaps I do not deserve that closeness. Maybe I will be happier watching you from a distance, where nothing can be broken.
You are like a precious diamond, the kind that comes with a constant fear of losing it. Perhaps it is better this way… to keep you safe inside the museum of my heart.
I will no longer dare to dream of marrying you. Letting go of that dream feels like it will bring me a certain kind of peace. Some dreams are more beautiful when they remain dreams.
There is a strange peace now, in taking your name without the longing to hold you in my hands.
Thank you for existing.
I will not disturb your world, even if the craving to feel your presence consumes me completely.
Goodbye once again.