The older we get, falling for someone is more like business negotiation more than those magical butterfly moments. Not saying that the butterflies inside are gone already, but we’ve seen them died in someone’s possession. We’ve let them fly and seen them lost in the wind. We’ve given them and found them trapped or rejected. Then even now we feel butterflies, we hold them captive, doubtful, and scared to let them be free. They’re too precious.. how can we be sure about anything? But on the other hand, how can we be doubtful if we want to achieve something we truly desire for?
The worst thing tho, is to see them die in your own hands. Don’t let that happen. I won’t let this happen.