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letter five

january twenty second, twenty sixteen

eight fifty four pm

Dear Rose,

Today a little butterfly flew by me.
I thought to myself where have you been little butterfly.
You come into this world as a cocoon all by yourself and blossom into
this beautiful butterfly and fly off to see the world.
What you don't realize little butterfly as you flutter through your days
is how you touch those around you in your soft gentle way.
You don't even realize the wonder and awe you create around you.
she fluttered her wings toward me as if she was waving good-by as she
headed towards the horizon.
She looked very happy and content as she went on her way, as if to say
to me "Don't worry I'll be okay".
I was sad to see her go for she had touched my heart in such a way that
I knew my life would never be the same.
She had left an imprint of all the beauty life has to offer.
I knew each time I looked at another butterfly or horizon I would
remember our moment in time when it was only her and I.
I knew I would be a better person all because this little butterfly flew by
me one bright sunny day.

I have never written any poem before, the only thing close to a poem were songs. I've been in our "secret spot" for a while now. It's still has the writing all over it when you decided to paint. we were just sitting in two bean bag chairs reading, actually you were reading and I was staring at you being so effortlessly beautiful, when you just stood up and said "I feel like painting." and that is how we ended up at the hardware store with you on my shoulders getting the"perfect" paint as you called it and people giving us strange looks. the school bad boy and the tumblr girl. you were always so happy and found the good in everything. that's one of the many things about I loved about you. I love you, forever and always.

to infinity and beyond,

Ashton xx

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I honestly love that picture. its just so cute. oml