The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

A day full of anticipation.
Nervous.
Excitement but confusion because we need to think of anyone or anything else but the moment we shared.
They might’ve been selfish on both parts, but it was something that needed to happen because we both had to become one, at least for that moment in time.
The most devastating part for me was knowing and understanding that it was just a moment in time that we may not share again because of circumstances and in life.
The most amazing part for me was he was always able to see me beyond the chair and make me feel like that woman that has nothing wrong with her beyond what the world tries to make her feel like about herself.

His actions speak louder than any words his mouth could ever talk to her. His actions mean more to her than anything else because, with his actions, the world doesn’t seem like such a horrible place.

Ms. Butterfly Genesis