Little fairies

They were cute little fairies like colorful butterflies that used to come visit whenever I felt sad. They hovered around me fluttering, chattering, jovially, kissing me affectionately, and holding onto my falling heart whenever it took a plunge out of pity to itself. They had known it since it was a tiny little rebel and they used to play with it, tease it, like a child plays with his favorite toy. And they clinged onto it all those years of trial and turmoil; fastidious, faithful and friendly were they like an ideal lover that is romanticized in the most miserable of terms. But they weren’t miserable. They were angels from the heaven beyond, messengers from the worlds undiscovered, unknown.    


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