Butterfly In My Stomach Artinya 소설 & 이야기

//Chandra Margaret// What kind of feeling is this? I feel like I'm lying in clouds whenever our lips touch. Waitt--- did my worms are now grown up? Why does it feel like my worms is now butterfly? Flying freely on my tummy. My toes feel so weak to the point I have to put my arms around his neck so I won't fall on the ground.

Here's to the hopes that the butterflies in my stomach calm the hell down, so I don't mess this up. Sophie My heart raised at a million per second. The butterflies in my stomach have been going crazy since forever ago today. Each time I see him, each time he talks to me, the butterflies flutter inside of me and will not seize their fluttering inside. I stared into his eyes, even with the moon now in place, the gleam of his green-hazel eyes still made him look so captivating. My lips partially parted, I was completely wordless right now. God, what is wrong with me?

I said, getting drowned with the ecstacy of her stares. And man, I swear I felt butterflies in my stomach when she smiled. I couldn't take it. They're too wild to ignore that they would only calm once I put my lips on hers. And they did .. the opposite. Fuck, they ransacked my stomach! Those darned butterflies. They bite the hand that feeds them!

Samantha frowned. “When I asked Dihanna t o marry m e a n d she said yes, I didn't feel a n ything like what I'm feeling,” h e confessed. "I feel like...like...in my stomach," h e stammered. I can't find the words t o describe it. It's like when you get o n a roller coaster a n d... you go down. You feel that... "I know exactly how you feel," Samantha said. Because that's exactly how I feel right now. They are called "butterflies in the stomach."

Butterflies fluttered low in my stomach, soft and restless. For a moment, I forgot everything that was supposed to matter. And that scared me more than anything.

The butterflies in my stomach fluttered wildly, like a thousand wings beating in unison, as I felt the weight of his gaze. It was as if I was precious to him, a treasured gem he cherished, but I knew that couldn't be further from the truth. I was just... me. Flawed, imperfect, and unworthy of such adoration. Yet, in that moment, I let myself get lost in the fantasy, savoring the feeling of being wanted, of being enough.

My breathing had become heavy with my heart pounding fast. My arms were trembling and there was some kind of bizarre uproar in my belly. No, it wasn't butterflies in my belly. I could feel a rumbling and churning in my guts but it also definitely didn't seem like hunger. Or maybe it was hunger after all, hunger for something that's not food.

It's not the stomach problems everyone is thinking about. It's the anxiety making my stomach churn. Making me fall to the ground holding my stomach while I break out into a cold sweat, rocking back and forth on the ground. My heart feels like it's going to burst... it's all I worry about. Wondering if it's going to explode inside my chest and kill me slowly because it's beating so fast. Because it hurts so much. It's the thing that causes me to lose my breath and causes me not to form a simple word.

Well not that I'm naked but just in my undergarments. And the soft mattress beneath me is caging me in its warmth. However, Hey! Wait a second did I say naked? Yes. It is nearly naked. But missy doesn't think about that. Think about that arm that has taken the control of your bare belly. Huh? So that's the reason why I'm feeling butterflies in my stomach also. Holy shit! I'm trapped. Can you open your eyes? You are such a coward girl. My eyes were burning so was my throat. The strong anticipation in my stomach was all gone over my aching limbs of muscles.

When we were tired, we stopped to catch our breaths. “I'm glad I told you. I was having stomach aches ever since I found out. Like something was crawling inside my tummy and making me feel weak and lightheaded,” she confessed, her forehead crinkled out of worry. “Plus my heart keeps speeding up and my hands are all clammy.” “You really don't know what that feeling is, do you?” “Should I know? Am I dying?” She asked, more worried than before. I wrapped an arm over her shoulder and said, “No my friend, those are butterflies in your tummy. Most people get them when they find their one true soul mate.”