Love is something about chasing butterflies in a stormy afternoon to keep them safe in an aesthetic jar to showcase to the world how flamboyant their wings are and giggling in front of people while displaying the effervescence. Confession - You forget to show the scars of love which are draped well through your harlequin scarf. You forget to tell how those butterflies flew away when you opened the jar. Reality - Butterflies are not meant to be pets, you can't clutch them, darling. Stay away from them, you're turning into a poet. It's harmful for the health of your heart.