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You tried your hardest to love me like you thought I needed.

Tried your best to keep me safe.

You wrapped me up in your arms and saved me from the world.

And I loved you.



But the smell of inevitable change was in the air.

I was only young,

A mere caterpillar with still no real identity.

All along I was growing and changing who I was inside.

Slowly but steadily those arms which provided comfort,

Began to squeeze too tightly.

I needed to break free from your caccoon,

And I did.



I flew away on dazzling wings,

Which had been forming for some time.

I became a butterfly,

Unique and independent,

Strong enough to protect myself and you,

You were no longer needed.



I tested my wings,

And they took me to many new and exciting places.

Each time I returned,

I landed mockingly on the tip of your nose,

So you could see me clearly,

But every time you reached for me,

I took off again.



I became too different from you.

I am a butterfly and you a caccoon.

Absolutely necessary in my growth,

But useless to me now.



So now you are left feeling empty inside,

While I fly happily around,

Not knowing where my wings will take me next.

And I will continue to fly this high forever now,

Just out of your reach.

And you,

You must find another caterpillar,

To help the way you've helped me.