Feeling Butterflies, by HI
A sigh woke him and he remembered the previous night, the wordplay, the knowing smiles filled with suppressed desire, that look that foreshadowed the passion to come, surrounded by...
Feeling Butterflies.
Feeling butterflies. I hear that phrase and think, how lucky I am, I've never felt butterflies in my stomach. I haven't suffered from being dumped, and I haven't had the joy of feeling loved and knowing someone is thinking about me.
When I see my friends with that sparkle in their eyes and they keep talking about that feeling, all I think about is, what do I care? I'd rather they didn't tell me, I don't want to know because all I feel is envy, and not the healthy kind, and even though I feel terrible at the moment, I hide it very well. I laugh, I ask them, I'm genuinely interested, and I'm even happy about it. And although I'll never say it, I'll put on a poker face, and then when I'm alone, I'll cry because I don't know why I don't deserve those butterflies in my stomach.