I felt it. Every single one of them fluttering within me, wanting to break free and escape my stomach. But they remained there—concealed in my body, surrounding my lungs and I swear I couldn't breathe. And every part of me couldn't function right. My legs, unsteady along with my hands that only longed to be intertwined with yours. My chest, aching with so much affection. My eyes, remaining fixated at yours—allowing myself to get lost in its beauty that holds so much mysteries. Then my mind, suffused with abundant thoughts which were only of you. And I knew: I was drowning in butterflies for you. The butterflies you've somehow created inside me; the same butterflies that would eventually devour whatever's left of me.