Saturday, 8 May 2010

Chasing Butterlies

To be touched and feel that feeling of butterflies inside.
To listen and to melt
To speak and to be heard
To be and be adored for just being you.
To glance and to blush
To sit and feel the tension
To text an endless text, and wait for the reply
Forever chasing butterflies, so sad when they die :(

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