“Okay babe, if you don’t want to be ducks… let’s be butterflies.”
“Butterflies?” I asked in surprise.
“Yes. Butterflies. Two butterflies flying together. We can be butterfly lovers,” he kissed my neck as a smile came over his face.
Yes, it was a very weird night. He was being romantic with ducks and butterflies, while I was only thinking about awkward thoughts, which always lead to awkward moments.
“Actually, my Chinese friend told me about this Chinese legend called the ‘Butterfly Lovers’ and it has somewhat of a tragic fate. Forbidden love… you know, kind of like Romeo and Juliet? The couple end up not reuniting together until in death.”
“Okay babe, just forget about anything your Chinese friend ever told you. First you ban my duck theory, calling me a male prostitute, and now my butterfly theory, saying we’re deemed to have a tragic fate. That’s just a load of baloney and superstition. I’m telling you we’re Butterfly Lovers and we don’t need to reunite together in death. You’re together with me right now…. and forever.”
“O-okay…” I smiled as I looked at our fingers entwined together. “We’re Butterfly Lovers.”
“The butterfly is a powerful symbol for transformation. It can symbolize joy, success, and love. Don’t you think our love… is kind of like the transformation of a butterfly?”
“H-how?” I stuttered, confusion coming across my face because like he always says, I’m just a clueless girl who doesn’t get a lot of things.
“Cause there’s distinct stages in love. As your relationship progresses into each stage of love, changes happen. Sometimes there are bad changes, and that can weaken the bond between two lovers, but I’d like to think in our relationship, everything has been good. So very good…” He kissed me delicately on the nose. “I’ve learned to love you more and more, as I fall deeper in each stage. Maybe that butterfly represents a strong symbol of metamorphosis.”
I looked up with a smile. “Wow.”
“Change and transformation are inevitable for us all, but it doesn’t have to be tragic.” He swiped a thumb on my lip again, causing me to look up. “You’ve changed from the beginning…”
“I-I have?” I replied, confusion muddling to the forefront of my mind.
“You’ve changed to be a better person, falling in love with me. You’ve changed in a positive way to make another person happy, but at the same time, you’ve grown out of your cocoon and transformed into the most beautiful butterfly.”
beautiful conversation, spooky coincidence