Whenever you talk to me excitedly, with a half compressed laugh and a pair of sparkling eyes that moves all over my face, I get butterflies in my stomach - not the moths, that comes after a shower, but the real ones. Those that roam around in inconsistent patterns along unsteady tracks all over the flowery patches. Soft, tingling and leaving a trail of hues on every surface as they move along.
Are you ‘really’ for real?
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