Lost butterfly

A Story by elizabutterfly

I lost my butterfly and never missed it till............

i had a butterfly when I was a kid.It was a beautiful thing admired by everyone.People asked me to preserve it with utmost care.They told me that I would be tempted to part with my butterfly sometime later in my life but I should be cautious and only the person who would take utmost care of my butterfly should have it.My butterfly,they said,was precious and priceless.I loved it,more than anything I loved myself for possessing it.it was my solace during solitude, it was my identity.It used to soothe me during moments of wild passion.It helped me discover myself.Sometimes I had this urge to part with my butterfly but my love and admiration for it and the fear that the absence of it from my life would create a void prevented me from taking any further step.I thought we would always stay together.I never thought I could love anyone more than my butterfly till I found him.

He showed me freedom,he showed me the golden rays that would lead me to heaven.He symbolised everything so rosy.He was my cup of invigorating wine.I was seventeen and had my own dreams,my own aspirations and above all I had fallen in love with the whole concept of love.I was madly in love with him.My love for my butterfly diminished day by day.He despised it and I started hating it as well.I wanted to get rid of my butterfly.My butterfly was aware of it and tried to bound me by creating a wall of conscience around us.But I was too much in love to be stopped by anything,even conscience.He told me that he cant love me completely because of my butterfly and that I am too old to keep one.My butterfly,I thought was coming between me and my love and so I decided to get rid of it.

All the suggestions,words of caution were forgotten that night.I didnt even bother to find out if he would take care of my butterfly or not.He was all over me and my butterfly could not afford to bear the weight of passion.I paid no heed to the shouts of my butterfly and allowed it to get trampled between us.Soon there was no butterfly, all that remained was fire of wild passion.That night I did not even look for it, he said he didnt want me to.I thought I had found someone I loved more than my butterfly and that I was a fool to keep it till so long.

My hopes shattered with the rising sun.He was nowhere to be found.I was in excruciating pain..the pain of losing him was unbearable but more than that it was the guilt of losing my butterfly.He left me and made me part with my butterfly.I woke up half conscious and read the message he had left for me.

Just wanted to tell you that I had a wonderful time with you..Your butterfly is lost,gone away forever..It wont come back and I had a great time watching it leave..Have fun..You are free now..

Dont wait for me.I wont come back, neither will your butterfly.Its most probably dead.

I was half dead..I wanted to scream but no sound would come out of my throat.I repented the loss of my butterfly, repented that I trusted the wrong person.Everything that seemed insignificant few hours back suddenly became so important now.Where was my butterfly?? Alive somewhere, waiting for me to call it or was it dead, trampled and mutilated somewhere or engulfed by the fire of passion.It was so innocent,so delicate,so full of hope.It left and took away everything with it and I was left alone to stare at my stark emptiness.