You still give me butterflies

No matter what you do, it makes me want to sit and pay every ounce of attention I'll ever have and focus solely on your presence.

That sounds incredibly stupid but it's the absolute truth.

When you smile, butterflies. When you dance, butterflies. When you hold my hand when we're cuddling, butterflies and butterflies. When you do something adorably dumb, millions and millions of butterflies.

I think you'll always give me butterflies. And at first, I didn't like the feeling. But now, it's my second favorite feeling in the world. Because you create them.

My first favorite is your touch.

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