LB – listen, butterfly

We, are alike. We go through phases. Being 100% ready is not guaranteed at all times. You adore architecture. I enjoy communicating and getting comfortable expressing myself.

You are a fragile, little creature/gift from God. I adore you. I am nervous handling you, for one slip and I might tear a wing. I know you work out. It’s obvious. Maybe you are trying to toughen up your exterior for me.  I will do research later to learn more about you cross country migration tendencies. You can watch from afar while I stay in the lab/kitchen mixing up some worthwhile blends of cocoa and caramel to induce smiles like Swiss-miss. 

In today’s world, it’s a shame I need to be so weary chatting with someone claiming to be the most beautiful butterfly. The fakes out here, are unreal. I have grown accustomed to shying away and calling in the reinforcements when things feel off.