Under a waking sky and the sparkling of a crisp frost, you stood before me.
Monday morning, bright and early, and the day was not the only thing new to me.
We had not met yet.
And yet, so it seems, meeting you was inevitable.
Eight billion people in the world and like a breath of fresh air, you transformed my life.
Like a butterfly that was once a caterpillar, meeting you was a metamorphosis that taught me how to spread my wings.
It seems an extraordinary feat that we have come together, as rare as the blue Palos Verdes.
It seems almost remarkable, given the circumstances.
It seems like destiny, perhaps.
And the butterfly effect is shown in the palms of your hands, in the lines that I trace with my own fingers.
Everything I have ever done, every choice I have ever made, lead me to you.
And in turn, you to me.
Unlikely, but unbelievably wanted.
Impossible, but important.
Under a waking sky and the sparkling of a crisp frost, you stood before me.
And fate lead us here, the butterfly and her metamorphosis.
The beat of her wings is the same beat as my heart.
One that beats for you, finally, beautifully, a thing only for you. A thing ever so rare.
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Leigh Hooper
A writer in her twenties with a head full of ideas and a room full of books✨
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