(this was taken from wij and i's story, unfortunately..he didn't want me to post the full story because according to him, "it's not for public eye" ...sory guys..)
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There she was, away from her castle, from her servants, pillows and chandeliers. There she was, chasing a pretty butterfly that once rested on her soft nose. Why run after something that will deceive you? Simple. Because it was pretty- a natureís creation beyond perfection.
The little princess caught the butterfly. She let it sit on her palm, such magnificence on her dainty skin. She showered it care and love, and never held it tight. The butterfly winked at her and liquefied her innocent heart.
They looked wonderful together, a princess and a butterfly. A magical fairy tale, Cinderella, perhaps. Yes, they believed that happy endings exist.
The inevitable happened. The butterfly canít lose its wings for a human, not even a princess could change that. She let it ride with the wind. She owns the butterfly, and it will come back.
The little princess went back to her castle and ate chocolates. She woke up and realized that her butterfly wasnít there. She searched and ran after it. But the butterfly was so lost on its wind that it canít feel the little princessís need.
She struggled back to Cinderella and sobbed. Fairy godmother offered her the stars and candies. But she insisted on having her butterfly and happy ending back.
Cinderella told her that she doesnít need to share forever with her butterfly, instead, she just needed to cherish their memories and treasure them forever. But to just treasure them and not let those memories jail her from shifting forward.
The little princess wiped her tears and stared at her butterfly from her golden window. The roses are pretty but they will wither and die. She smiled and hugged her pillow. She had what she wanted.
Little princesses grow up to wait for their prince charming.