Freewrite about love.

They say if you’ve gone months liking one person, it’s love. And I can’t help but believe it, because I know it’s truly how I feel. Yes, I’m young and foolish but that doesn’t mean I’m unsure of my feelings. You can’t tell me that what I feel is in vain because you have no idea what the hell goes on inside my head, you have no idea the feelings and thoughts my brain produces. Because these so called “feelings” don’t originate in my heart, they originate in my stomach. First it’s the butterflies, the tingly, happy, jittery butterflies that indicate to me that this could be it. Then these bitchy little butterflies flutter their way into my lungs where their presence makes it hard for me to breathe. As I lay choking, sputtering, gasping for air they dance around then grow weary and bored. Rather than resting, they push their way out of my lungs, run past my heart, and head straight for my throat. As they reach my throat, they bounce off the walls in excitement as I’m deemed speechless. They secretively skip past my mouth, wanting their presence unknown by you, and instead make their way to my thoughts. Where they stay and taunt me for weeks on end, not wanting to leave their new favorite place. And that, love of mine, is the feeling you give me.