a work of art · 3d
hmm... a moth you say? but, darling, i've seen how you struggled and fought your way through life. from being a cocoon, a mere worm, to becoming a creature that sores over the skies, flapping its wings and surfing the winds. you've always been in the shadows of doubt... i found you there. despite your criticism about yourself, i still find you admirable.
a creature drawn to the light that promises warmth? a creature drawn to the warmth of others? isn't that all of us, my love? a being who is warmed and recharged by the warmth of another - longing for comfort in one's own presence? you've struggled and fought your way through life, surviving every gust of wind. every flap, every uncertain path, every hardship you've went through... this... this makes you special.
a butterfly is also fragile, a mere creature that dare fly in the flower fields - wanting to be part of the beautiful scenery. a creature who is frequently regarded as graceful and flawed. who said you didn't fit the description? ABSURD! they struggle, surviving every second they're alive, and just like them - you flew with grace. my love, who told you you weren't beautiful? your colors may change, turning to it's darkest shades - they might even fade - but that's what i find admirable. the changes you've shown me, the "imperfections" you have, everything about you - it's all admirable. i love you for who you are, my love. despite the struggles and uncertainties, you've fluttered your wings and sore the skies, traveling from a place to another. you've shown me how strong of a butterfly you are. so, yes, i still find you pretty - the pretties butterfly i've ever laid eyes on.
you’re flattering me a bit too much now that I’m starting to become speechless… but I guess that’s your intention, isn’t it?
your words, they never failed to warm my heart, my sweet angel. I can’t help but to feel wrapped in the warmth of your perspective, even if it’s hard for me to fully embrace it. it’s like you’re seeing me through a lens I struggle to understand.
the way you see me—flawed yet still admired, makes me feel like I don’t need to strive for any perfect image. maybe I have wandered, and maybe my wings have wavered, but somehow, you always make it seem like it’s all part of my journey, part of what makes me… me.
so, if you still find beauty in me, I won’t argue with you anymore. instead, I’ll thank you for seeing me in what I often can’t, and for believing in me—fragile wings and all.
