Once upon a time, a beautiful flower was in love with a handsome butterfly.

The flower waited everyday for the butterfly to come to her. To tell her stories, to drink her nectar, to be with her. And the butterfly did, he came everyday. For her.

She thought there was nothing stronger than their love, that no one would break them apart. And it was so.

Years passed. And the butterfly still came to her. It was bliss. Never late, lest he have to go earlier. After all, he unlike her, had other commitments. Places he needed to be. Things he needed to do.

So no matter how much she begged her love, he just didn't stay. He wouldn't.

Eventually she understood, or she thought she did. And this in turn led her to finding contentment in what little time she had. The butterfly never broached the subject, and so she didn't either. Ever again.

Years passed, and a bee buzzed into their wonderful life. She was the most beautiful flower in the garden, so it wasn't out of the ordinary. But she always refused their advances, she already found the sun of her life.

Alas, this bee didn't take no for an answer. And furthermore, her idyllic life was shattered when the bee tried to take her nectar.

But her love, her butterfly defended her. He killed the bee. And she fell in even deeper love with the butterfly. And all her wanting for more of the butterfly faded away. It simply turned into honey.

Years past again, but no one brave as that bee ever came again. And the butterfly, still came to her everyday. Her life was perfect, or so she would like to say.

But it wasn't. She knew it wasn't. The flower wasn't satisfied with her life. And why would she? The butterfly only came to her for an hour a day. And there were 23 hours she had to spend away from her love.

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She didn't want the little time she hand with her butterfly. She wanted to be with him more than that. But she didn't dare think to ask her love to stay with her this time. It never even occurred to her, not this time.

Instead, she wished. She wished at the stars with everything she had, every single day. For the rest of her life.

She wished to be butterfly, for wings. To flutter with her lover. To dance with her love. To spend all her time with her.

Decades past, and she was happy. But the desire to be with her love as a butterfly, was still buried deep in her green heart.

The desire to take flight, and flutter with her love.

Alas, the day never came....

Time past once more. However by this time, things had begun to change.

She didn't notice it at first, but her butterfly started spending less and less time with her. And it became evermore apparent as she started to give him less and less nectar....

Even she noticed it, even with all the honey in her eyes she noticed. But her love was stronger than that, so she pretended not to notice. She could only cherish her time with her butterfly even more.

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But eventually even this came to pass; she had turned barren.

And the butterfly finally left her when this happened.

It broke her green heart. That it did.

She bled as she pulled out her roots in an attempt to run after him, the love of her life. But she was not a butterfly; she couldn't fly after her him.

After all, wasn't she was a beautiful flower? Something for the earth.

Not the sky.

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Death followed.

THE END.