Finally the butterflies goes crazy in your tummy.
That first step.
That first acceptance of desire.
No matter if that lasts or not.
People might change, times and generations change… what stays, are those crazy butterflies trapped in people’s body!
Now that i am older, i often remember those butterflies and i still smile. The pimples and messed up high hopes. The young blood , the delusional ideas of love.
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