Butterflies

You tell me you don’t like getting “butterflies”.

Yet every time you’re in a different room and I’m in bed and you’re about to come back in I get excited. Those “butterflies” come around.

It reminds me of how lucky I am and how lucky we are. I love them. They remind me that I love you.

Every little noise makes them flutter. Every creak in your building creating more anticipation.

I’ve slept enough nights without you that I don’t want to do that if I don’t have to.

So I’ll wait.

And so will the butterflies I love so much.

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