Butterflies

“All I knew this morning when I woke is I know something now, know something now I didn’t before.

And all I’ve seen since eighteen hours ago is green eyes and freckles and your smile

In the back of my mind making me feel like…

I just wanna know you better,I just wanna know you,

And all I feel in my stomach is butterflies,

The beautiful kind, making up for lost time, taking flight, making me feel right.”

The lyrics up above are some from one of my favorite songs. For the exception of the green eyes and the freckles (because you have brown eyes and no freckles), this describes how I am feeling about YOU. 

What started out as running-inside joke between coworkers because we thought you were looked pretty good has started to now feel out to having feelings for you. Or I don’t know, an infatuation with you.I would love to be able to say that you like me back, of course, just like every other girl would with any boy that she has liked. However, that is not the case, or rather, it is neither confirmed or denied how you actually feel about me. When I do see you, we sit next to each other, we stare at each other (stolen glances, super romantic already right?), laugh at each other’s jokes and share smiles.

You even said that I was sweet…making moves already? ha, well no more that is just you being nice. Which is a quality that I like about you. You are nice, calm, polite, a southern gentleman, can make me laugh…dang, you already have me swooning over you. 

And, that’s how you have already completed me. By balancing me out.

So now, I have been praying and putting any type of potential relationship that may develop in God’s hands. We must be patient and wait to be together. But that doesn’t mean we cannot become friends and get to know each other better.

Friday, the way I saw you smiling at me…the way I smiled back…the way we looked at each other. I felt something. I just wonder if you felt it too.

Reminiscing

I thought of you tonight. About the way you looked at me the first time. You didn’t just look at me, you noticed me. And from that point on, it seems like you can’t look away. I can picture it. You sitting a few ppl away from me. I, speaking to a friend, about some stuff look up at you. At first, I think you are looking past me at someone else. But then, I saw it. That gleam in your eye as if you had fallen into mine. I kept glancing back at you to see if I was imagining this. But, no, there you were, eyes plain as day staring into my soul…so now I wonder, do you think of that day? That day you sucked me in. That day you stole my heart. That day you noticed me.

What Do You Want To Do For The Rest Of Your Life?

“What do you want to do for the rest of your life?”, my mom asked over the phone as I am discussing my future.

 

“If I could,” I said, “I would travel the world for the rest of my life, write about the people I met and the way they lived, how their cultured thrived, and take photos of the lessons of life I had learned…I would take these lessons and introduce them to others, maybe they could try a few & pass it on.”

 

But, then reality set in…I’m a twentysomething who is lost. Not necessarily lost in a wilderness, but more of lost in my future. Lost in the way society tries to make us something we aren’t. Lost in the way that  a desk job 9-5 everyday makes others feel. Take it as you see it, but I’d rather be lost in my dreams very happy, then found somewhere that makes me unhappy. Life is what you make it.