My Butterfly

and fall into hers.
    “Sometimes, I’m scared I won’t remember who I am without you,” she says.
    There’s a longing and an anxiousness in her eyes now. This part makes my heart ache, and finally, a tear wins the battle and escapes down my cheek.
    “But then I remember that I’ll never truly be without you,” she continues, as a smile finds her face again. “Even in those years that you weren’t by my side, I was never without you, Will. I carried you with me everywhere I went. I carried you to the mountains and to the deserts and to the sand of San Diego. And I carried you to the live oaks and to the rivers and to the beaches in Charleston too. Because in the end, our story is one full of stumbles and tears and smiles and holding on and refusing to let go. It’s the best kind of fairytale, Will,” she says, with a happy smile. “And I couldn’t imagine living any of it without you. I love you, sweetheart. I love you a million times a million.”
    Her face falls to my hands again.
    “And to the moon and back,” I manage to say.
    I wipe the tear from my face and then rest my hand on hers.
    “Jules,” I say.
    She gradually finds my eyes.
    “You’ll meet me there, won’t you, My Butterfly?” I ask.
    I watch her smile her perfect smile, and I know that she knows what I mean.
    “I promise,” she says, slowly nodding her head.
    Then, I rest the guardian angel on my chest near my heart and take hold of Jules’s hands with both of my hands again. I want to tell her she’s my everything, but I can’t say the words and still be brave. There are more tears in her eyes. I fight back my own tears and force a smile to my lips.
    “I’ll save a spot for you on the hood of my truck,” I whisper.
    I watch her beautiful lips lift into a smile right before she lowers her face and softly kisses the top of my hand.
    Then, I take a deep, labored breath and rest my head against the headboard. There are butterfly weeds lying on a chest in the corner of the room. They still have all their petals. I smile, knowing they always will, as my eyelids fall over my eyes and my mind replays the song of our life:

Little girl, little boy
If love has a way
Fill their fields with laughter
And scatter the sun on their day
And if it should happen to rain
Make their raindrops kisses
Straight from heaven above
That touch their hands and faces
And that fill them with love
And make the moon reflect their smiles
And their stars plenty
And, above all, keep them together
And hold them as you may
Forever and ever
Until their last day.

The End

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
 
    First, I would like to thank God for giving me the opportunity to do what I love to do every day. It’s a blessing, and I am so thankful for it. Jeremiah 29:11
    Thank you to my amazing editors and sources for all your time and contributions. Thank you especially to Donna, Calvin, Kathy, April, Sharon, Jenny, Kyle, Dominick and Jon. I am truly grateful for your patience and support and for all the hours you put into making this novel what it is today.
    I would also like to thank those wonderful readers and those amazing bloggers who are also readers for their enthusiasm and loyal support of my first novel, Butterfly Weeds . Through your love for Will and Julia’s story, you made it what it is today, and further, you single-handedly inspired the creation of this novel. I will be forever grateful for your continued support and your wonderful fervor for fairytales. Thank you for welcoming Will and Julia and their little story into your hearts!
    And I would like to thank my family, who continues to be my biggest fans and greatest supporters. And thank you also to my friends and mentors, who are ever inspiring me—whether they realize it or not.
    And finally, I would like to thank my husband, Neville, for being exactly what I need when I need it—whether it’s an editor, a personal assistant, a public relations specialist or just a shoulder to lean on. And thank you, most of all, for your constant encouragement from the very beginning of this whole, grand adventure. Honey, I love you—a million times a million and to the moon and back.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

 
    Photo by Marc Mayes
     
    LAURA MILLER is author of the national bestselling novel, Butterfly Weeds . She grew up in eastern Missouri, graduated from the University of Missouri-Columbia and spent years as a newspaper government reporter before starting to write fiction. Laura currently lives in the