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.