The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

Anytime things get tough, she finds herself contemplating when things were pretty not smooth but smooth enough to make her feel like she was at home.
She finally was able to say something that she hasn’t been able to communicate in years, and that was the fact that she never knew true happiness until things Disappeared, and she’s never been the same since.
She wants to be that girl that loved it loved harder than anything else that she ever did in her life.
She contributes to where she’s at today, and she acknowledges it. Still, it’s not enough to Acknowledge her wrongdoings when the other damage part can’t see I can’t recognize that she is taking full responsibility for contributing to her not feeling like herself or feeling safe.
She wants to go home, but she knows she doesn’t deserve to go home because once there’s a crack in the foundation of what you try to build, there’s no rebuilding; this is moving forward.

No one should want to rebuild on a broken foundation; everything built on should be brand new, so we know and understand that everything we are about to put on this foundation can over stand all the weight we are trying to place on this new foundation.

Home is safe.
Home is laughter.
Home is Love.
Home isn’t about being judged.
Home should have been wherever he was because he held her heart.
Home takes time to build it doesn’t happen overnight home takes time to make it doesn’t happen overnight, so be patient and work your most complex, so neither one misses out on something significant like a beautiful home within each other. So be patient and work your hardest so neither one misses out on something meaningful like a beautiful home within each other.

Ms. Butterfly Genesis