Letting Go Of A Butterfly

At several points in someone's life, they hope for the wrong thing. They long for that which will inevitably end in disaster. You build up this pretty picture around it. You spin the truth into a fantasy woven from such delicate thread that there is no possible way it can stand. Place all the faith and care into it that you want. That does not make a difference every single time. Sometimes it shatters. Not every time is right. Not every moment, meant to be. Not every wish come true will last forever. People lie. They leave. They are left. Some were only a transparent illusion that could only last until a gentle breeze blew them apart. Others drift. Some fade. Then some are entering, slipping in. Finding. Learning. Trusting. Growing. At least one of these is an occurrence at every moment.Sometimes you have to let go of a butterfly-filled fantasy, so you can move on to the next scene. You'll fall to tears. Maybe, you'll even think you broke. But at some point, the tears dry. They emotions are never gone. None are. Each emotion we can experience is in us somewhere, somehow, at all times. So make the right ones the strongest. Push the hurt and pain aside. Let anger subside. Bask in light, love, and happiness. Because it doesn't last. The rest is just around the corner. Lurking, waiting for a moment of weakness to spring free once again. So, don't waste it when it's there. And never cause more. Let go of what is not worth it. Don't fight it all. No one has that large of a reserve of strength. Let it go free. Some illusions must be shattered...before they shatter you. You will experience every idea of love, pain, loss, gain, ecstasy, and depression. You can not control or change this cycle. Allow any extra love someone will give you. Let go of any extra pain that someone may bring. Some are worth it, but very few. Keeping the hurt around may be easiest, but it merely hinders the inevitable. Each moment will come. You can choose some. It's all up to you.

As for me, I've decided it's time to let go. I want to move on. Hurt may not be avoidable. In this case it was even easier. I forced myself to believe some other option would arise. Maybe it will, maybe not. But not every person is worth the pain they cause. You showed me you weren't. I doubt you could ever prove me wrong. Partially because I doubt you'll ever try and fight me anyway. My stomach's sick, my eyes are red, and it hurts. Now all that's left is the wait for it to go away. Then I'll be ready for the next act, but not a moment sooner than that. 

P.S. This is about two people. I won't say who on here. A third could be included, but at this moment she and I are [hopefully] on a road to reconciliation. But I will say one I met more recently, the other I've known for years. I could be wrong. This was written in haste, merely a resolution to ending tears. In the whole first part you is used in the plural form, I'm not actually talking to anyone in particular. Just thought I'd point that out.