i have forgotten whether i read it, saw it in a movie.
but i heard of this one story about a butterfly falling in love with the moon.
she loved its pale face so much, she wanted to get closer to it.
she wanted to see it and admire it.
and so she flew, closer and closer.
she kissed the moon, and drowned in its liquid shadows.
she had finally realized that all that time
she had fallen in love with an illusion.
i feel that way about chris sometimes.
