After skimming through the The Date Girl Diaries blog that I found on www.blogcatalog.com I found the entry called “Refuse to Settle For Less Than Butterflies.” As soon as I saw it I exclaimed “YES!” and I started writing immediately!
She said: I have friends who are settling for comfortable, but I refuse to date a mini van. I want butterflies, fireworks, I want the big POW. I’ve had it before, I know it’s out there, and I’m not going to settle until I get it.
I so know that feeling, don’t you? I’ve had it before…I’m looking for it now and I REFUSE to settle! I won’t!
“Butterflies” are an indescribable feeling that you never want to end. They are thrilling and exciting and there’s nothing else like them. I’ll admit that it I love the feeling.
The simplest things can cause them to appear…a simple text message, a phone call you didn’t expect, the brush of their hand on yours, the scent of their cologne on your shirt, even a photo…it’s bliss.
The unfortunate thing for me is that in past the butterflies died a horrible death very quickly…but despite the heartbreak I’ve still got my net and I’m in search of more! I’m on a quest for whatever makes them appear in my stomach and when I find them I’m gonna try my damnedest not to let them fly away!!
Not to be cliché but shouldn’t we all be chasing butterflies?
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June 19, 2008 at 1:28 pm
Oscars Tavern
Butterflies are free. Chasing them makes them fly away. LOL Wanting that feeling is more like it. We’ve all had that feeling and want it 24/7. Getting it and losing it hurts, and we yearn for more. Love is something that feeds and grows. We’re all Love junkies. Problem is we don’t like rehab.
June 19, 2008 at 2:12 pm
meleah rebeccah
Beautiful photo and an even more beautiful post. I agree. I will not settle. Id rather be alone, than be with someone just to say I have someone.
June 20, 2008 at 8:27 pm
Breathe With Me
Oscar – you are always so witty with your advice. I will try to see it your way. Let’s just say I’m not chasing butterflies…I want them to come to me. When they do I will soak up the feeling for as long as I can!
Mel-wasn’t that a neat photo? I wish I did it myself. I found it on google images. What you said makes a ton of sense. I agree.
June 22, 2008 at 5:16 pm
capricornsoulsister
passion is key
October 1, 2008 at 11:44 pm
Jonathan
Simple things I have learned…
Love is so much like a butterfly. The beauty surrounds it and the warm feelings you get from holding it within your heart is the most wonderful gift. Love is much the same because, the beauty of it takes your breath away, but yet, it breaths the most wonderful life into you. You feel its embrace and its comfort forever in your mind and heart. But unfortunately like the butterfly, love does not live forever. Its beauty and warmth sometimes disappears. It may be with another, it may be a death or it may be that it was just not the right love. Whatever it may be, you can be assured that if you are patient…one day out of the corner of your eye something beautiful will pass by you and it will all start over again. Listen to your heart. It knows the sound of the right butterfly to fill your world with beauty and love again.
Listen closely,
Jonathan
October 21, 2008 at 1:56 pm
still breathing
From a woman not far from your shoes.. it was a comfort to read your passages on this page. I know that there hasn’t been any communication on this page for a while and I found it by Google images as well. But i couldn’t not stop and say this. I am on the brink of divorce myself. The problem is that my husband has no clue. Well let me retract that. He may have a clue, but he doesn’t seem to mind. After I found him curled up to the babysitter naked in her bed I was sure that it was over. I went crazy for a moment and beat the crap out of both of them… landed in jail for the night and wept for hours. After my mom and step dad bailed me out my sister carried me to her house. Where an attempt to sleep was futile. My only constant was to talk to him. After hours of tears and what went wrong I made the decision, against the better judgment of my sisters, to go home and see what was left. I came to the conclusion that maybe i had to be completely broken to be repaired. I say that because he was not he first to cheat. He just chose people that would break my entire heart. People that i trusted and one that I loved. No she was not the first. In my defense… the last time I cheated was 7 years ago, May 2001, and it lasted for 3 months. Once I said it was over it was just that… OVER. Never to be revisited again. For all these years I was sure that We were finished with these hurtful acts and we were finally on the path to eternal happiness. Lord was I wrong. He had been talking to her for almost a year about things he hadn’t even shared with me. the fateful night happened July 14, 2008.
As time passes in my home it has become so obviously clear that she has something over me when it comes to him. Because no matter how much I try to change all the things he said was wrong he is still talking to her. He has lied to me on may occasions about this simple truth. Phone records don’t lie and no matter how much he says that he is in love with me and only me and that she had one flaw…that she just wasn’t me, doesn’t stop him from spending hours talking to her… even on my birthday, September 17, 2008.
I’m sure by now you are saying…. this has nothing to do with the topic at hand… it does. I am 28 with 3 children. My heart is broken to an unmendable measure. And If you can have faith that you will find butterflies again then there is hope for me. The one thing that has kept me here are those times that he is so soft and gentle. When we snuggle up on the couch or when I’m at the sink washing dishes and he comes up behind me breathes in the sent of my neck through my hair, softly brushes it to the side and tenderly kisses the side of my neck all the way to my lips and my knees get weak. I can’t live the rest of my life without that. I don’t even know if I were to find it with someone else would it even be the same. I hope and pray that I will be able to mend my unmendable heart. After almost 12 years i must find the strength to pull myself and our children up from the endless heartache that dwells deep inside me and find peace and mental clarity again. And maybe just maybe when i find what is left of me I can listen for the sounds of the butterfly. Maybe it just wasn’t the right time in my life for such a powerful love to ensue. I say with pride that I do love him even still and am all the better for it. Because with out sadness you can not fully enjoy happiness and with out heartache you can not fully indulge in love.
Still Breathing,
Janet E. Waters