butterflies | confession #2

the butterflies are back again.

it feels nostalgic, like i'm revisiting the past.

way back in the past. wait, not that long, you get what i mean.

it's like looking back at your old childhood photos but so much more with emotions.

i'm pretty scared of the butterflies actually, like terrified.

when i first felt them, it was just a mix of emotions.

am i dying?

do i have to tell this to my parents?

am i really okay?

it was a pretty hot mess, but i adapted with the butterflies.

we had this neutral agreement and everything was okay.

over the years, they slowly left. one by one.

i was relieved, but i somehow missed them.

the feeling that i had company even though i was alone, even though they were pretty annoying and i really wanted them to be gone.

and now they just came back from their one year long vacation and decided to stay.

probably for good.