"I love you," I whispered. "You are my life now," he answered simply.

But is it alive?" exclaimed she again; and the finger on which the gorgeous mystery had alighted was so tremulous that the butterfly was forced to balance himself with his wings. "Tell me if it be alive, or whether you created it. But"—and here his countenance somewhat changed—"this butterfly is not now to me what it was when I beheld it afar off in a daydream of my youth.

The caterpillar does all the work, but the butterfly gets all the publicity.

All who have come to me must have enema each day.

You must want to be a butterfly so badly, you are willing to give up being a caterpillar.

What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly.

What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly.

"Always," I say to him. "Every time."

Every dog must have his day.

"And you," he says, "you need to talk to your boy." He lifts my chin. "And if he needs saving, then you save him. Isn't that what you told me you did for each other?"
I let go a few more tears but then I nod. "Over and over again."

And then I asked him with my eyes to ask again (yes), And then he asked me would I (yes, yes). I put my arms around him (yes), And drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts, And his heart was going like mad. Yes, I said yes, I will, yes.

So, it's not gonna be easy. It's gonna be really hard. We're gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever, you and me, every day. Will you do something for me, please? Just picture your life for me? Thirty years from now, forty years from now? What's it look like? If it's with him- go. Go! I lost you once, I think I can do it again, if I thought that's what you really wanted. But don't you take the easy way out.

The butterfly owns her now.
It covers her and her wounds.

"I do what I have to do," I say.
I do what I have to do to save him.
I do what I have to do to save Todd.