Love, like a butterfly amongst flowers, flitting from one to another, and then they are gone. Some stories within are romantic, yet not all. Family ties are reborn with time, and love is lost more so than found. Love that is immortal, unseen, seen, and centuries pass. These stories are not similar or original, but rather love flows and binds lives lived in many ways expressed. Some awkward others are ruled by destiny. Love is unexplainable but writable only in fiction as fiction may be the only truth to true love. Such are these stories.