Love is so brief.
Only a slice of time that comes and goes with the flutter of a butterfly. Then you've tasted it. The sweet taste that melted on your tongue once that is now only to be replaced with bitterness, jealousy, insecurity.
You end up crushing the wings of a butterfly in the palm of your sweaty and desperate fist. You held on too tight, wanting that moment to be eternal.
It becomes a cry in an empty alley that makes you long for that moment again, that binding kiss and those whispered words of 'I love you'.
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