Missing Butterflies
There’s something missing in my life.
Something that keeps me awake in the middle of the night but makes me wake up full of energy early in the morning. Something that makes me feel alive, and makes me feel that life’s worth it, everything becomes full of colour and, I feel pretty.
Falling in love.
The tingling feeling when you run into each other, the small and useless conversation that you’ll remember for the rest of your life, the moment when you steal a glance at him whenever you have the chance.
I want to fall in love again.
When you hear his name being called and your brain makes your body alert. Then you quickly turn your head around just to sigh later because it wasn’t him but someone else with the same name. And then you see his name everywhere, in the newspaper, textbooks, billboard, and without you noticing you start to wish more, for his name being popped up on your phone that’s obviously would never be happen.
I miss the feeling when you’re in a crowd but you can spot him easily in the middle, looking so bright and oh... he gleams beautifully.
I miss the feeling when you go out and he’s everywhere, he’s in front of you, he’s behind you, or he’s up there!
Wherever you go, you’ll find yourself hoping to meet him coincidentally there, and within a second you already have created scenes in your head. The conversation, the eye contact, the good bye, everything.
I miss it, i miss those tiny little things about falling in love that could bring you an instant bucket of happiness and joy for the next couple of months.
Those missing butterflies...
I think they’re coming back slowly.
