Dear Tummy,
I'm sorry for all the butterflies. It's not my fault, it's his. It's his fault that he makes me smile with out saying a word. That he makes me forget everything I was going to say. Giving me the feeling of flying when he's near. I swear dear Tummy it's not me it's all him. The way he smiles and the way he laughs puts those feelings there. I can't help but be a nervous wreck. Wishing that he loved Body to. Just writing this is making it worse. I'm so sorry my dearest Tummy. If I knew how to make it stop, I would but Brain will not listen to me. It is not I that makes him the only reason why I wake up in the morning and go to school. It not I that wishes for Body to be the girl who falls asleep in his arms. I'm sorry about all the company you have I have tried to make them go away but the just won't leave. No one will listen, no one ever listens to me. It is not my fault old pal it is all him. The brown puppy dog eyes cannot be resisted; I'm so sorry my dearest friend but I think I've fallen and I refuse to get up. I hope you except this apology Tummy.
Love always,
Heart
