Aug 1, 2013
Butterflies, and more butterflies, and tingly toes, and a smile that won't leave. These are all much too familiar; terribly, wonderfully familiar. The worst part is the waiting, and the wondering, and the thoughts of what might be. I can't let myself get my hopes up, I just can't. Not again. Not like this. Not for you. But nothing I do can change the fact that it is there. It's always been there. Waiting.