Purple Butterfly

Will you be my purple butterfly?

Let me tell you a lil' story. There once was a female butterfly named Violet. She had beautiful wings made up of a dark blueish purple. She was grand and stunning. Many male butterflies were friendly with Violet; some were even over-friendly. But Violet never took interest in anything before. You see, butterflies are attracted to butterflies with similar wings. And it isn't easy to find a mate with purple wings. Violet was lonely and wanted nothing more than to find her companion.

One day, something caught Violet's eye. It was a bold shade of purple, even grander than Violet's very own set of wings. She was jealous but even more so, in love. She asked for name but there was no answer. She tried to mingle but to no avail. Yet, Violet had never met any butterfly with such great colour. She refused to give in. Even if it were to be for the rest of her live, she would never give in. So, everyday, she would fly around this bold colour, waiting for an answer, waiting for a response, any response would do. She just wanted something. But, no, there was no reply. She would fly and fly, constantly hovering above, "I need to get his attention" Violet thought. When she became too tired to fly, she couldn't help but lay on the bold purple. And when she awoke, she continues to hover above. This fascination...no, this addiction to the bold purple had made Violet obsessed, to the point of forgetting about food and water.

Days had passed and Violet's strength is starting to fade. Her will remains adamant but starvation shows no mercy. Violet began to slowly fall, as she fights, she flaps her wings with furious intentions but falls nonetheless, like a dry leaf in mid-autumn. As she falls, all she could think of was the bold purple. This colour she had never seen, this colour she never will see...this colour she can never have. She falls tirelessly on an iris, a flower with bold purple petals; one's that look like magical butterfly wings. As the wind takes away her life, an iris petal lands over Violet's body. She had finally got what she wanted, even if it were just a little late.

You had many choices of other butterflies. Yet, you chose an iris instead. Unlike the story, I treasure your life more than you can imagine. Afterall, you've already changed my life. Let me be there with you. I want to be there for the rest of your life; I'll hold you till the very end. So, will you be my purple butterfly?