butterflies.

You know the feeling.

It feels like you’re going to be sick, because your stomach is restlessly doing somersaults. & jumping jacks. & back flips.

Those kind of butterflies. 

But you don’t mind.

Because when you see that person walk into the room - heck, when you hear that that person is going to walk into the room, your heart speeds up. A smile crosses your face, but you try to keep your composure, because that person is here. Now’s not the time to lose the dignity you’d been grasping onto so dearly.

Then those butterflies just get out of control, & your hands start to sweat. Why is that even a thing?

But those butterflies. All he could say is “hey!”, & you feel like you’re going to pass out.

Your brain sends out signals to your stomach for the fight-or-flight system, which lets you decide if you need to do something, or stay here. According to a Yahoo! question/answer (how effective!), you might note, your brain’s telling your stomach to stop digesting, because decisions need to be made.

So when you get butterflies, do you “fight” or “flight”?

Well… you feel a *little* flighty ((like a butterfly…?)). You feel speechless and, at the same time, like yelling your emotions to the world. 

But you don’t choose to run or fight. You feel like the world has slowed down, as your butterflies create turmoil in your stomach. How can one person do this to you? 

But you don’t mind. You never will. Because it’s beautiful.

& you give me those feelings, dearest soulmate. It is beautiful.

yours,
m.g.e.