i had a dream about a boy around whom butterflies died. the boy was one of those i once had feelings for. it could have never been lucas - he is too pure to have dead butterflies around him. it must have been lewis. i thought to write him a hand letter - is he okay? things can't be okay when beautiful things die being exposed to your presence. but how do i know it was him?
the reality is flat - there will be no letter, no interaction. but my imagination drew such an incredibly sad and romantic story. shame i am incapable of making this story a piece of art, still.