2.7.2010

Dear Josh,

Everything I want is at my fingertips. It reminds me of when a butterfly lands on you, and just sits there. The way you stop breathing to admire it's beauty, and you wonder whether to catch it or let it fly away. Everything I want has landed on me in the form of a butterfly, and I've stopped doing anything just so I could admire the beauty of what I want. And then I let it go...I let you go. I don't catch it, because it's not worth it when it's forced...

So, dear butterfly. What are you to do now?

xoxo,
Amour