He killed my butterflies
I met a boy. I fell for him, hard. Everything about him was just perfect, from his looks even down to his name. I know how trivial it sounds to say a boy had the perfect name but you can’t tell me you’ve never imagined the name your perfect partner has. Anyway, the second I layed eyes on him that night of my 23rd birthday I immediately got butterflies in my stomach. The second he touched me I got even more butterflies. The second he kissed me, it heightened. You get the point. When I made my friend wing-woman me that night, he was supposed to be a naughty birthday one nightstand. I fucked around and fell for him too quickly; literally that same night. All of a sudden he consumed my thoughts daily and I felt unlike myself until the weekend came and I got to see him again and spend the whole weekend with him. It was my first time falling that hard for anyone.
