Flutter by like a Butterfly.

I remember being in reception at Moira House Girls School, I had my hair up and it was really hot summers day. I got into school early on this day, and two of the older girls came running up to me and my dad. "Come quickly they said the butterflies are hatching" 

I went running up to my reception room, and then without even hanging my bag and coat up, flew into the room, bursting with excitement to see a caterpillar finally make its last lap to becoming a butterfly, the hatching. 

Then there in front of my eyes it came out and just fluttered round the little box we had made, I couldn't contain myself, and smiled uncontrollably. Then the rest of my class filtered in and we just stood there and watched, one of my class mates expressed that we should let them free and they could fly round our class whilst we work. My teacher no we have a plan for these. 

Later that day we went down to the field and we took the box full of butterflies, my teacher brought sugar and we sat and spoke about the butterflies for a little bit, then my teacher undid the box and out the fly.

The butterfly is the most elegant and soft creature, there is nothing I do not LOVE about the butterfly. So I sat there sugar on my hand as still as I could just waiting for one to land on me. 

It did, this red/orange/purple butterfly landed on my hand, I was squirming with excitement. I studied that butterfly as much as I could looking at every inch of detail. In pure amazement and shock that it had landed on me.

This is one of my earliest memories, and one of my favourites, I was so naive then, there was not a single trouble in the world, but I just sat and waited with utter patience for something so delicate to land on me. 

Butterflies and caterpillars remind me a lot of relationships.

The caterpillar stage is the prior crush, its you discovering yourself, or re-discoveing yourself, getting fat eating to much. You feel quite lonely and isolated from everything. You cant find another like you, another caterpillar. Then you spot something, something you like. You grow older and wiser, you go into a love coma. (infatuation) Where you spend all the time thinking of someone and you just want them. 

Then you start talking to this person, casual flirting, laughing, dates.

Then that first kiss, its the butterfly moment it the hatching. When you sat in excitement, your belly feels like its going to drop. But its just pure anticipation waiting for it to happen. 

it finally happens and its the first flight, you're not really sure where you are going but you're flying and fluttering everywhere. 

You settle down for some food or some rest, you don't see them. 

Then every single moment following is the flight.

There smell sends shivers down your spine and there smile makes you completely light up. 

As they crawl towards you in bed, you feel your body become electric. Every single touch is just insane.

The flight is the main part of a butterfly, the beauty of something so simple.