He never stopped repeating that love is like a butterfly, colorful and short, and I didn’t know any better to tell him otherwise.
But it’s different now. So, wherever you are, listen. Maybe love truly is like a butterfly, because there is no thing colorful than love, but the time is where he went wrong. In love there is no short and there is no long, the time does not matter, it’s as if you are walking down the road in a middle of desert and feeling happy, feeling infinite.
If he was here now, I’d tell him that he was right, love truly is just as beautiful as a butterfly.
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