Sunday, September 16, 2012

The Knight of the Rose

I sniffled, wiping my hand over my nose. “It doesn't have to be that way.”
“It does, my love. Look—” He pointed to a blue and black butterfly, dancing in
a single beam of sunshine as the rain slowed to a soft patter. “You see, you’re
much like the butterfly.” He leaned closer, his long fingers on my lower back.
“She starts her life in the shadows, close to the ground. She lives and exists only
others see her; a caterpillar, nothing more. Then, one day, she bloomed into a
beautiful, brightly-winged creature—so free, so pure. Something she could never
have been had someone taken her away.
“Her life is short in comparison to most. But she will live each moment, flying,
spreading her beauty, her life through the tree tops, so that when her existence
comes to an end, as the sun goes down on her final day, her spirit will go on, and
there will always be a beautiful butterfly to carry on her name.” David stroked
my sticky, soaking hair from my cheeks and held them, rolling my face upward
until I looked into his eyes. “I love you, and your spirit will go on. As long as you
have happiness, I have everything I will ever desire.”

- The Knight of the Rose (Dark Secrets)
by A.M. Hudson

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