smaller than butterfly hands. He says they are. He says I have fists that are more tiny than those of a butterfly. I am not a large woman. I am toward the small end of average. It is not my fault he is a bit taller than most. I don't mind that, though.
My hands might not be smaller that those of butterflies, but I know that my heart has been given wings. I feel like it lifts up to soar higher than the kite we flew together. I cannot explain it. It came from no where. I was not looking, and he was not looking. This is not what either of us planned, but I am thankful it did happen. He makes me feel alive. He makes me feel and see the world around me in ways I have not experienced it in so long. I see through new eyes with him. Is there a better gift a man could give a woman than to renew her entire being? I don't think so.
My hands might not be smaller that those of butterflies, but I know that my heart has been given wings. I feel like it lifts up to soar higher than the kite we flew together. I cannot explain it. It came from no where. I was not looking, and he was not looking. This is not what either of us planned, but I am thankful it did happen. He makes me feel alive. He makes me feel and see the world around me in ways I have not experienced it in so long. I see through new eyes with him. Is there a better gift a man could give a woman than to renew her entire being? I don't think so.
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