“Here”, I said “look at the colors, they’re so pretty! It’s like magic!”
She put the kaleidoscope to her eye, giggled with thrill and said “it’s full of butterflies, dancing butterflies!”
- I’ve always pictured you still flying your kite in the lush valleys of our village in an endless spring… you’ve always been ‘spring’ in my heart.
- Darling, life’s molded the boy I was into the cynic I am, and nothing is left of my childhood…
- Except a kaleidoscope. I still have it.
- Except a friend holding on to a kaleidoscope.
I looked at her face, slightly withered with age but still as bright as a child’s. As if she never aged at all. She deceived time, I decided, and stayed the way we were, the way we always promised each other to stay… So carefree her life must have been. So above life you must be to stay, well, a child!
Do you still like butterflies?
4 comments:
i can't believe this.
i love them.
yes, she loves butterflies. to her they are life, with its stages and colors and love and happiness and sadness.
she will always be a child, looking into the kaleidoscope the same way she looks forward for life.
good for you baby. the most important thing in life is to keep your inner child
hey
I keep on rereading your post (it's so beautiful, but more so because it's about me!), "her face, slightly withered with age"..and i can't help but wonder, have my "botox" days arrived sooner than i imagined?!
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