Dear Butterflies...

Butterflies!

I once was familiar with the feeling of butterflies fluttering when someone held me, kissed me, or touched me... 

The kind of sensation where thousands of butterflies fly inside you when you kiss someone, like you're insides are exploding and yet it feels great and you continue to hold on to that feeling, that person. 

I was once familiar with it... 

I was...

As time passed, people left, stomping on the butterflies to the point they died and were no longer a part of me, no longer the kind of feeling when someone held me, kissed me, or touched me... 

All I feel when someone holds me, kisses me, or touches me are like the ants that try to avoid water when being splashed upon them... The butterflies in me died and I no longer know what it means to be held by someone, kissed by someone, touched by someone,

I'm sometimes grateful for the demise of those butterflies but sometimes, when I wanted to feel something with that someone, I wished they hadn't died too soon, I wished they should've stayed,... 

I miss the feeling of butterflies fluttering in me... 

I miss you my butterflies, come back and make me feel alive again!