The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

I don’t know how to reach out to him without making him feel like I’m pushing.
I don’t know how to make him feel like it’s okay to allow someone in.
Despite all the pain he might be going through, he doesn’t need to go through it alone.

I don’t know how to get proper to those steel walls he has developed in his heart.

I don’t know the hell I can help him when in all honesty, I can’t even help myself on a day like today, but I understand he’s going through it with a lot more unexplained and identify emotions.

I don’t want to push and pride, but if I don’t, I feel like I will never see the old him again because he has allowed his emotions to continue to swallow him up the way they have for the last couple of years.

I don’t know if I will never see him, and what is scary to me is that I had not seen the old him longer than this before all of this happened.

I understand that everyone has a different way of dealing with things, and I’m cool with that, but when it comes to him, I would love to have the ability to get inside his head or at least inside his soul.

So I may comprehend a little bit better what he has been going through for the last couple of years.

Ms. Butterfly Genesis