we all have that boy He’s the boy we try to pretend we aren’t looking for as we make our way to class. He’s the boy that we lie about and claim to not care about anymore. He’s the boy that gives you the cliche butterflies, complete with the weakness in the knees...
You give me butterflies Not the bad butterflies, but the ones I love to have because they’re from you. When you smile, I smile. 'my god, just the thought of you makes me smile, it’s one in the morning and I can’t stop thinking of you. I still don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing. But as of right now, it doesn’t even matter to me because thinking about you has brought nothing but smiles across my face. I think you are completely and utterly amazing.
He was my first real kiss. No, he wasn't the first boy I ever kissed, or even the first boy I French kissed. But he was the first boy to take my breath away, the first one to give me butterflies when our lips touched. There was an intimacy that my other kisses lacked, like we were sharing a part of each other no one had ever seen. With him, it was so much more than just a kiss.
No matter how many times: we kiss, I still get butterflies we hug, I still ache for more we text, I still smile when your name lights up my phone we say, "I love you," I just can't get enough. Format:SecretlyBrokenAndSilentlyHoping
Sometimes, I find myself thinking about her when I wake up. I catch myself sneaking a look at her as we pass each other in the hall. When she smiles at me, I get butterflies. When she talks to me, I can't help but smile. I wonder if she thinks about me too.