I miss the butterflies in the stomach. Do they die due to gastric acid? Do they burn their wings and cease to flutter?
My lovely friends have crushes. They smile whenever they see their crush and they smile even more when their crush smiled back at them. I envy them, really. I miss the feeling of being infatuated, waiting for someone to pass in front of you, the thrill you get when trying to capture his attention, the awkward moment when you look pretty stupid in front of him. Just being crazy and young :)
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