The cold wind brought me back to reality. I was lost in her blue eyes; deep like the ocean, filled with legions upon legions of adventures, emotions, and quirky characteristics. I had a bad habit of losing myself in her eyes. I would always joke around that I was a man lost at sea, navigating the harsh tides to reach the shore of her affection.
Her eyes were just the starting point: that cute little nose, the rosy cheeks and her curly hair, I loved it all. Even after years and years of knowing her, every day I’d find something new to love, some new route to lose myself in.
She was wearing a bright red wool coat. Her hair was down and straightened, and she wore a big smile on her face. She stood out from the winter wonderland behind her. Everything was white.
“Well aren’t you coming closer?” she asked, shyly as I snapped out of my dazed look.
“On my way honey,” I responded, gleeful for the invitation.
We hugged. Again, I lost myself.
As she spoke I came back once more: “You know I can’t stay like this any longer.”
It broke my heart.
“Can’t you drink something?” I pleaded. “Can’t you choose to stay human? Please, I want you to be with me, forever.”
“That’s the thing: I can’t beat science. I tried and tried, but I have to change back,” she responded.
I looked up, my eyes filled with tears, all tiny reminders of my adventures lost in her eyes.
Our lips met, igniting something inside of me. I grabbed her hair, pushing her deeper into my face. Our tongues danced with one another and we didn’t stop to breathe. The wind once again woke me from my happiness. I opened my eyes and saw her transforming. Her legs were no more; instead there were hundreds of butterflies flying in the direction of the wind.
I kissed her once more, with more passion, eager to remember her taste, her sulky lips and our love.
My hand lost the grip of her hair and I realized our time was up. She had turned into thousands of butterflies, each more beautiful than the next. Each containing those two blue dots that I often found myself lost in. Now, all that was left was a red coat and my broken heart.
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