x3 Infatuation x3

Tickle tickle fly away go the butterflies in my stomach they flutter and soar and make me blush. I search for his face in the overcrowded hallways that serve to seperate us both and ensure we never touch. Yet somehow we find ourselves smiling into familiar faces saying hello and almost skimming the skin of hands. But then the hallway stretches further away between us two and suddenly I'm walking alone to the quiet settlement of wings in my stomach.