Butterflies afraid to fly...
Right now, I'm looking at photos from my childhood...
...I see a handsome 10 year old, in his Batman Top, and Cape. In the photo, he stands TALL, and proud. I SWEAR, I see a spark in his eyes. His smile is unconditional. Such an innocent kid. He is a butterfly, afraid to fly...
...this butterfly is now 22.
He doesn't ask for much. He never did. He absorbs from his surroundings - an intrinsic personality. Locked emotions and feelings, that nobody can see. Limited facial expressions.
Why does time go by so fast? 22 years - JUST LIKE THAT!
Right now, I am in a strange mood. I feel like I need to love somebody (weird, huh?). I feel I have a lot of love to give.
I WANT TO FALL IN LOVE
I want to take her to the movies. I want to cook her dinner. I want us to hold each other. I want to claim a spot on her body, and make it mine (the bridge on her back between the shoulder blades and below the neck). I want to kiss her there. I want her to blow in my ear. I want to have wild crazy sex. I want it often. I want to get into fights with her - over petty things. I want her to wear my shirts. I want to use her shampoo, and smell like her. I want to smack her ass. I want to kiss her. I want to meet her family. I want her to meet mine. I want to have children with her. I want to marry her. I want to grow old with her. I want to share memories with her. I want to vacation with her. I want to love her.
The butterfly is getting ready to take off...
...he is just waiting for 'her' to come into his life, so they can fly together.