روايات وقصص ضمن She Probably Gives You Butterflies

She finally answers as she walks back to her seat. Realizing he stands outside, speaking to two other great-looking men, she feels her face heated with embarrassment and an uncontrollable whirl of butterflies in her stomach. Something inside, inexplicable, compelling her to run out and kiss him. She doesn't understand the feeling, it's as if a magnet was pulling her, though she fights it as she averts her eyes back to her screen, her fingers unwilling to move to her command and suddenly her whole body feels shaky.

She asks in a soft whisper. The swarm of butterflies, the feeling of fire that ignites me, making me feel warm and safe just at the thought him, answers her. But I pretend I don't hear what she says. This world we live in is complicated enough without my tiny wee crush on my idiot of a big boss getting in the way.

She crouched carefully. "Look, Aria." I joined her. Several butterflies drifted lazily between the blossoms. "They're pretty." "They are." She watched them in quiet fascination. "I think flowers make butterflies happy." I smiled. "Perhaps they do." She nodded with complete certainty. "I think flowers make people happy too." I looked around the peaceful garden. Perhaps... She was right.

Without other words she handed me the butterfly for a closer look. “After I finished high school, I met a guy and we instantly clicked.. He was bigger than me, handsome, smart, rich, you name it and of course surrounded by beautiful, attractive women. I, on the other hand, was shy and inexperienced. You know, I always wondered why he picked me…

I can't keep the tears from my eyes as I whisper. “Oh, wow, it's so beautiful thank you so much, Susan.” Zac looks at me with a tear in his eye as he says. “My beautiful butterfly, Thank you, Susan. It looks amazing.” The three of us end up in a group hug in the middle of the studio, all overcome with emotion. I feel like a butterfly that's just left its cocoon, I’m ready to break free, and it's all down to this man who stands by my side.

This is how things were meant to be. Looking out the window, watching her play with all the little furry critters running around and chasing all the birds and butterflies, brings warmth and hope to my heart. She is growing into such a precious person, but it also has a lingering base note of sadness. Her innocence, so pure and untouched. I can only do my best and hold onto hope. Yes, she is my hope. "Madison, my angel! Time to come inside for dinner." I called to her. Just as she freezes to a butterfly landing on her finger. Her eyes widening with excitement. Making me chuckle at how she even managed to stop breathing so as to not scare away a newly made little friend.