It's been a year and I still get butterflies when I talk to you.
That feeling in my stomach when my heart wants to reach out to every part of my body and share the happiness you give it.
"Butterflies". It's been a year and I still call it that.
Butterflies happens when you're dropping on a roller coaster. Butterflies happens when your car goes over a bump and then you feel yourself falling down.
This isn't that. This only happens with you.
This is what they said I'd know it when I feel it.
This has to be what they call love.
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 7:44 PM UTC
It's been a year and I still get butterflies when I talk to you.
That feeling in my stomach when my heart wants to reach out to every part of my body and share the happiness you give it.
"Butterflies". It's been a year and I still call it that.
Butterflies happens when you're dropping on a roller coaster. Butterflies happens when your car goes over a bump and then you feel yourself falling down.
This isn't that. This only happens with you.
This is what they said I'd know it when I feel it.
This has to be what they call love.
To my princess
I love you
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