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Today, I'm sitting in a cafe that's in the middle of city. Watch the sky falling down her tears. A cup of warm coffee for a friend in the rain. I'm in the bad mood today, but there was someone who called me and said "hi, you look very beautiful even though your face looks bad" and i smiled sweetly in response.

He resumed our conversation by saying "You're on your own" he said spountaneusly. “As you can see” I replied kindly. From there, we started getting to know each other. Sharing laughter, tears and everything. He's a figure you can very well Imagine. I became more cheerful and excited to live the days in Paris. He gave me too much passion and love. Until one day, he confessed his feelings. To be honest, I also have feelings for him, but I still hesitate to say it. Without further ado, I immediately accepted it. Our status from friends changes to boyfriend or someone special. We did a lot of things together, he was always there when I was sad or happy.

The Butterfly was looking out for a bride, and naturally he wished to select a nice one among the flowers. He looked at them, sitting so quietly and discreetly upon their stems, as a damsel generally sits when she is not engaged; but there were so many to choose among, that it became quite a difficult matter. The butterfly did not relish encountering difficulties, so in his perplexity he flew to the Daisy. She is called in France Mar guerite. He knew that she could "spae," and that she did so often; for lovers plucked leaf after leaf from her, and with each a question was asked respecting the beloved: "Is it true love?"

"From the heart?" "Love that pines?" "Cold love?" "None at all "-or some such questions. Everyone asks in his own language. The butterfly came too to put his questions; he did not, however, pluck off the leaves but kissed them all one by one, with the hope of getting a good answer.

"Sweet Marguerite Daisy," said he, "you are the wisest wife among all the flowers; you know how to predict events. Tell me, shall I get this one or that? or whom shall I get? When I know, I can fly straight to the fair one, and commence wooing her."

But Marguerite would scarcely answer him; she was vexed at his calling her "wife." He asked a second time, and he asked a third time, but he could not get a word out of her; so he would not take the trouble to ask any more, but flew away without further ado on his matrimonial errand.

It was in the early spring, and there were plenty of Snow drops and Crocuses. They are very nice-looking," said the Butterfly, "charming little things, but somewhat too juvenile." He, like most very young men, preferred elder girls. There upon he flew to the Anemones, but they were rather too bashful for him; the Violets were too enthusiastic; the Tulips were too fond of show; the Jonquils were too plebeian; the Linden-tree

Like the night of cloud less climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes ; Thus mellowed to that tender light which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace. Which waves in every raven tress, or softly lightens o`er her face ; Where thoughts serenely sweet express, How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, the smiles that win, the tints that glow, but tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, a heart whose love is innocent. She folded her life like origami, made what was large into something so small, bending and creasing her edges, Once Sharp corners had started to fray, Now so tiny that nobody noticed, As she slowly began to decay, Reduced to just ashes of moments, The wind swept her up off the floor, And her pieces were scattered in places, She'd not dared to inhabit before, As her eyes took in all of the beauty, Of a world which she'd lived life deprived. She learnt there's no need to say sorry, Taking up space simply means you're alive