08/20/2025
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The butterfly drifts in, silent and delicate, as if it carries secrets in its wings.
To the world, it’s nothing more than a fragile creature, fluttering through the air.
But to me—it’s everything.
It’s a message.
A sign.
A reminder that love doesn’t disappear when a heartbeat stops.
Some will call it coincidence.
But when you’ve lost someone who held your whole world, you know better.
You feel it deep in your chest—the way grief sharpens your awareness, the way your soul recognizes what your eyes cannot explain.
It lands near me.
Close enough that I can feel the stillness it brings,
as if it chose this spot, this moment, to remind me I’m not alone.
It’s you.
Finding a way back.
Reaching across the distance to remind me: you’re still here.
And in that moment, the weight of loss softens.
The silence feels less empty.
The pain loosens its grip, if only for a breath.
Because love this fierce doesn’t fade.
It transforms.
Sometimes into the quiet presence of a butterfly, landing gently to say—
I never really left.