I forgot what real butterflies felt like. They weren't flapping, instead.. resting on the inside along my stomach and what have you. At this moment I didn't think "ants", I thought "butterflies". No longer ants, no longer creepy crawlies or centipedes. But butterflies. My head lolled as did everyone else's limbs. Breathing calm. Hands warm and nervous. Eyes happily glazed as doughnuts. I have potential, as do they. In my head odds are no factor, odds do not exist. It is solely what I like and what I can try for all the while a smile.
I'm in no real mood to write, but I'm in a mood for back-rubs, late night conversations, intense blushes and uncontrollable giggles, forehead kisses, and then drifting into unconscious bliss. Waking before dawn, keeping the rooms dark and warm, watching as pixels move across the TV in kung-fu action. It's all been waiting, as have I.
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