I remember those butterflies.

When I believed in you and thought you believed in me and I didn’t think more of what else could be.

I’d rather not tell you that before I met you, I was the happiest I’d ever been.

I remember how small I felt, when you pulled me into you.

Slowly I feel them creeping up, lapping at my toes.

I will never forget, no matter how hard I try.

It would never fade away.

We woke up the next morning to a make your own waffle bar.

I hate thinking that all that time and effort was nothing but favors to you. 

You were there as a lover when I needed someone to sweep me off my feet. You were there.