I thought we were unbreakable because nothing could make it through steel.
Whenever I think about us, I think of steel because I knew no one could ever make it through.
Solid from beginning to end.
Best friend to amazing lovers who could challenge each other without losing sight of who we were.
How could we go from being made of steel? He even made me promise that no matter where we ended up, he would never let go.
I want a hand to hold, and his hand gives me safety.
Was I stupid to believe that he would never let me? I want to say no because he has always known about my past and people letting me go.
Out of everyone who has let me go, his hand not being there hurts the most because he promised never to let go.
He has always been a man of his word.
So where are You?
Ms. Butterfly Genesis
The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly 