Dancing butterflies flutter triumphantly within my head. I used to think they were my concious, my better self. My good angel. The surge of emotions you have given me has caused these small creatures to come alive. To feel and disect every last detail. I remember the soft kisses. I remember the way your arms wrapped around my waist during those long goodbyes. I remember the jokes. The laughs. The quiet time. I remember the moment when I found out that it wasn't real. There is a butterfly for each. A lasting memory that decides to dance around in my head from time to time. You continue to give me butterflies. Not in the cliche way. You don't make me nervous. You don't make me giddy like a school girl. You give me lasting memories. Floating, flying, and fluttering around in the complexities of my mind. I love you. I hate you. I admire you. I live for you. I'd die for you. All these emotions dictated by butterflies. At some point they are going to have to be put away. It's become too crowded and I must make room for a new eternity now. I must release these beautiful creatures and allow them to fly and float where they may. The good ones will go to those that need them. The bad ones will float into the ocean and feed the fury of the earth. No more fluttering and flying. No more random thoughts and uncontrollable emotions. It's time to live and let love. Oh how I love those butterflies. But alas, they must be set free.