butterflies

i use to feel butterflies every time huntman looked at me. when we kissed, my knees {or his} would weaken.

the color rises in my cheeks easily when boys insinuate something

 or leave a trace of a compliment.

but it has been ages since i felt butterflies.

until
i saw bearded man again.

my stomach churned as i suppressed a girly grin and my heart quickened.

so you can imagine my disposition when, a few hours later, i was informed that he had a girlfriend of 6 months.

damn it. damn butterflies to hell.