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Chasing Butterflies

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They sat together sharing homemade Sangria in the park, careful to hide their cups from the passing officers on bike. It had been quite some time since they had last seen or spoken, but as each of them stole glances between sips it was obvious that no amount of time could ever kill what they had shared. Even more apparent was that they could also never go back.

After a moment of reflection he looked at her with a deep sense of conviction,

“I loved you. You know that, right?”

She smiled an empathetic, almost therapeutic smile that could have calmed even the most irate child,

“Loved?” Her smile had turned to a teasing smirk.

“You know what I mean! I offered you the sky for Chrissakes!”

“Yes. You did. But my darling boy, you know that blue has never been my colour.”

He wasn’t sure why, but he accepted, understood and even appreciated her vapid response. Just then a young mother called out to her little girl who had chased a butterfly too far from their spot in the shade. It was in this moment that they had both realized the Sangria was nearly done.

With a dreading sense of impending finality, he took her by the hand,

“I don’t think any man can or will ever love you like I do,” and to this sentiment she wholeheartedly agreed.

“You are right. No man ever will. Some men may love me better. Some may love me worse. But no man can love me with a heart that isn’t his. Our time has come and gone but it will never be forgotten. I wish the best for you as I hope you wish the best for me.”

“You know that I do,” he said with a whimper.

“Then, sweet boy, let me go.”

She stood up, leaned over and kissed the top of his head, gathered her things and walked away. He remained seated. He looked to his left and saw the young girl from earlier with her mother. He couldn’t make out what she was saying to her, but the girl hung her head, picked up a mason jar from the picnic table, removed the lid and set the butterfly she had caught free.

He watched it fly off into the trees and it was then that he felt whole for the first time in months.


Written by josiahh

May 24, 2012 at 12:21 PM

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  1. Wow Josiah. This one is for publishing, send it on its way then! Such beautiful Canadiana, why its been so long. Imma read it again.


    May 25, 2012 at 2:55 AM

    • and I just did! ❤


      September 2, 2013 at 1:38 PM

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