Butterflies in Stomach.
Chuck: How do you think I feel? I can't sleep! I feel sick, like there's
something in my stomach... fluttering.
Blair: Butterflies? Oh no, no, no, no
no. That butterflies should die!
Could it really be killed?? ......
I really don't know what is the exact feeling of that effin' idiomatic expression. Am I right? Idiomatic? Whatever. But all I know is, that there is something strange in me. And I don't want to fall over with it.
How do you know when you're In Love?
"I don't know. I just know".
I asked my friend about this. "You're In Love with him right? How do you know?"
She said that if they were together, she's always happy. Then, there is something between them which she couldn't explain. But she feels it. It's like when he's with her, that guy completes her day.
Are these statements enough? I guess so.
But I'm HAPPY! :)
At least for now.
So I put my hands up
They’re playing my song,
And the butterflies fly away
Last-Song-Syndrome
I'm loving it more when I sing it with my Friends. :)
Labels: Love.