i've never been good with anatomy.

to be honest, i feel you in every half butterfly in my brain... or stomach... i can't quite remember the traditional location of the thing once it has injected itself into my bones.
are the butterflies in the bones?
well, you are in mine.

and someday i'll tell you to your face.
i just have to find it first.


love, love
             the one you chose to keep.


p.s.
please have dimples, and give them to our tiny humans.