The caterpillar told the butterfly- You have changed!
I am supposed to, she replied.
Is there a story here?
Meeting someone I knew from so long ago.
This conversation.
- Why supposed to? You could have remained the same person.
- That was difficult.
- Really?
- You won't know. You are still fresh from the cocoon. Protected, taken care of. But I had to fly in the world wide. Meet predators, hiding amid the flowers. I had to change.
- You kind of look beautiful. A bit hard, but yes definitely beautiful.
- That's life for you. Teaches you to survive. Fight and live another day.
- But I don't want to change. I want to be like this always.
A laugh, a flutter, a smirk later...
- You can try.. But I doubt. In the end change is the only thing constant. Everything else goes away.
He sighed. It's time to say goodbye.
A kiss in the air and she was gone.
In a way he was glad, she was a stranger, and he was xenophobic.
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