Cupid only promised love, not a happy ending......

I remember...............When I could sit down in the hallway and my feet wouldn't touch the other side. When the kitchen table became the infrastructure of a fort. I'd use sheets and place tiny cracks by windows so the light spilled through and ignited our souls. the light fell perfectly on your face....with bone structure that looked like it was sculpted by someone who knew exactly what shapes made my hormones race. My insides became the home to magnificent butterflies that multiplied and extended from my stomach up into my throat and every time a compliment came to mind one would flutter.....and I'd choke. We'd laugh and I would never truly appreciate the innocence that lay dormant behind your eyes until I was much older and our paths would be severed by the villainous formalities of everyday life. That's right....you left. A victim of divorce, a false love of sorts..and if we would've been given a year to say goodbye it still would've been too short..I watched your car taillights fade away and felt the world slowly to start to speed its rotation. Time sped up, I grew up, and now the only time I see a fort is when I watch TV and all my future loves poisoned my butterflies and now there all deceased. Except one, the most colorful one took shelter in my heart, it's wings are broken though... and tattered.....and it just lays there and waits for everything..... to fall..... apart.