Butterflies are not so much about love as about surprise. Will she? What if? Does she? Really? What if?
I got butterflies today when she gave me a sneaky unexpected I love you! I was taken off guard and I almost forgot to speak for a moment.
I hadn’t goten butterflies in a while. It’s more like a full-body wag, like my soul and my insides and my tail and my ears wag with joy and excitement and anticipation when I get something from her. She does that to me a lot. A lot. more than she knows, I think.
Butterflies are that “Oh no! Does she like me? really? REALLY REALLY?” Butterflies are that “Oh! Be still my fleeting heart! I think I’m in love!” moments. It’s not that serious but it’s the unknown and the promise of love like you hadn’t felt before.
I got butterflies a lot before, and not as much now. It’s more comfortable now, more known now — but I like the butterflies. I like changing things up where she has me fawning over her with a fluttering heart. I like being her dumb-struck loverboy.