Once there was a butterfly in my palm, but I let it flew not becuase I don't love it but its because I wanted it to enjoy with flowers and the bess. Keeping it in my palm won't not make it the best butterfly it can be. So from a distance I am happy watching it flying ang playing in the garden while the sun is still shinning, beucase when the rain comes, I'll know if it truly loves me, it will fly back to me.
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