Sticky situation
I'm a spider. You're a butterfly. I saw you from my perch and fell in love at once. I wanted you. I dreamed of you. I watched you every day and studied what you liked. With only you in mind I spun myself a new web, unlike any that preceded it. This one was for you. I delicately I weaved such a stunning and beautiful design all to catch your eye. Upon completion I sat and waited till you next came by. Such art you'd never seen and without folly you came to me.
For many months we sat on my web, our web, and discussed on many things. We spoke of dreams and plans we schemed. The love grew and grew so much I thought a bigger web was due. The summer was fading and the autumn growled. Strong winds blew and ripped you away from me. In the breeze your wings reached out but to no avail. With tears you said you'd be back again and so I strung my string and built anew.
Bigger and better but all too soon. I sat alone in our vast new home and waited with all eyes open, day and night. Days, weeks, and months passed until spring was on the eve. Spider thoughts and butterfly hopes - could they really bind together? Doubt rose and the web began to fell but then there you were as promised. Your beauty still the same did not strike me like before. Your voice so sweet soothed me none and my little heart did not bound.
In dire fright I challenged myself through strength and wit to come up with new designs to mend. It was obvious that the fault was mine for this web was not right at all. If I could only fix it, change it, decipher it's flaws and make it perfect there would be no fear. I busied myself so in my work and let you just sit by. You were patient but your sadness grew for it was clear there were worries in my mind or else I would not toil so. In our presence, born was a loneliness worse than our winter apart.
You weeped and weeped till your wings fell off. It was clear my naive methods were the biggest wrong of all. You cared not for the web before or now for it was me, the me you cared so for. There was no design that brought us together or tore us apart and there was no design to bring us back together. Just words but the chance was gone. To love again you had to go. I built new wings of silk with the last threads that held you near. You soared away quick and fierce and I forced myself to watch through sting stung eyes. Only a butterfly shaped hole in my dreamcatcher and the nightmarish pain in my heart remained to let me know you'd ever been there at all.
