The Wildflower and the Butterfly.

 

The Wildflower and the Butterfly.

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In the middle of nowhere, in the chaos of life and amidst all the so many other things I found you, my oasis.

You were my oasis in this big world, a safe haven, my abode, my grandma.

I believe we were destined to find our way to each other at a point where silently our worlds started getting isolated. We were not lonely, but we started to feel unrelatable to others, with our own fights, our own battles in that moment, no matter how big or small they seem today, those battles meant a lot then.

We grew closer naturally and I think that gave us strength to face our battles head on. Your wisdom and my youth are what we lent each other, that was our barter to rely on each other through days or nights that felt endless.

We were surely under the same roof ever since I was born, but we were strangers until we did find each other.  

You had this shield of strength around you that most couldn’t see through or come through, but for me it was different. While many perceived it to be something to stay away from, or be afraid of, I was drawn to you like a moth to fire!

Fire which didn’t burn me but gave me warmth, always did and still does. You are not around; you’ve gone onto the next journey but I’m glad we said goodbye. I’m glad for that night, the night which was our last together, maybe we saw this coming or maybe not, but there’s one thing I’m sure of, I’m sure you knew it was time.

You knew you were leaving; you knew it was time and before you left you spoke to me, you made sure to ask about everyone, you made sure we discussed all we needed to, you made sure we laughed and got annoyed when we disagreed. You made sure of it all my wildflower, my fire and my world.

There was definitely a lot going on, there were surely a lot of people in my life and really blessed am I for them all, but then again you were the only one I could come to when I needed a warm hug. You were my so many onlys, I don’t think I can keep a count of.

It’s almost a year since our worlds changed, since our last conversation, since me rambling my crazy ideas to you, since I combed your hair the way you wanted, since I put the thread through the needle for you, since I watched the soap operas with you, since I hugged you, since I looked into your eyes, since I heard you laugh, since I…

Your butterfly misses you; she tries going back to all the memories and is so grateful that the wildflower nourished her.  

In the forest of your own my wildflower, you looked after this butterfly and today, she’s no longer afraid to fly.

And until next time, I will love you always.

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