A bunch of messages for someone I know.

This is a journey about a guy who's falling in love with someone, but it's a secret.
"Make it perfect, make it great..." What could he feel? Illusion? Sadness? Love?
Is he going to drown the butterflies inside his tummy? Or will he wait until the day they can officially be something.
Probably it could be a bit of cliché, but It's just a bunch of realism embodied in poetic prose.