...when you've been together with your gf for almost one and a half years, the butterflies you once felt aren't as present as they were in the beginning. Not to say: they're pretty much far off most of the time.
But that's okay, and the usual way for love to go, and I have never minded it at all, because the lightheadedness and walking on clouds has never made me feel as comfortable, as utterly happy as the feeling of a stable relationship; feeling home, feeling safe, feeling loved, feeling One.
Yet now and again, those butterflies return.
You look at your gf and see her singing a song - and I don't mean just singing, but really living it - and there you have it: shaky legs, body shivering, you start getting all emotional and all you can think of is "fuck, I just want to kíss her".
And when you do... that kiss is just pérfect.
And you feel you and her, it's just right.
It's just... Love.
And you just know you'll feel, taste and breathe this love forever.
Truth be told? I couldn't care less about some silly buterflies, but I don't mind at all when they decide to unexpectedly pop out... :)
(This is a Valentine Day's post. :p)
