I was so torn. Torn between wanting to let them go and wanting to keep them by my side forever.
They were so pretty and I don’t even know them as butterflies yet. I opened the net slowly, one of the common mormon crawled to the top. Without a warning, it spread its wings, took flight and flew into the sunset. I watched it flutter, I watched it twirl from fence to fence, until I couldn’t see it anymore. It never flew back. I wanted to cry. But then I thought, that’s just how butterfly’s suppose to be.
They grow wings; and with those wings, they gain freedom; and with freedom, they go wherever they want to.