Word of the day- collywobbles
Meaning- butterflies in stomach

The first time I talked to him
Not through texting,
where your emotions
are to be deduced
by the emojis you use.
Not through Facetime,
where your pain
and happiness,
all hides beneath the fake smile
you wear just for them.
But when
I met him in real,
after one whole year
of texting, video calls and letters.
Our long distance’s sun finally rose.
And when we sat together,
our shoulders touching,
heartbeats matching
and the excitement of it all
hanging mid air,
that’s when I realised
all these jitters I felt
for the past one year
was nothing but the butterflies
tickling me in my stomach
and making me blush.
Because when I met him
I discovered
I could be anybody with him
there were no bounds
no formalities exchanged
no strangeness
no awkwardness,
I was me and somebody else too,
at the same time
and it was exciting and challenging.
And somewhere
we didn’t realise
that
my butterflies and his butterflies
were sitting in a garden full of roses and lilies and orchids and what not
and partying hard
on being cupids for once in their lives.