Did you know?
I have always treasured the swallowtail butterfly specimen you gave me, along with the blazing sunshine of that midsummer day.
But actually what I want to treasure most is the smile that was more dazzling than the sun on your face that summer.
Swallowtail butterflies will sink and fall in the light.
And I will be forever lost in your eyes. . .
Is there any redemption? ?