My stomach used to get filled with so many butterflies even at the single thought of you. I always felt them whenever I was near you, talking to you, talking about you, and whenever you crossed my mind. Those butterflies infiltrated my stomach as if they were raiding it, going gaga over feeling kilig.
But infatuation is a fragile little thing. Over the course of time we drifted apart and I lost my tunnel vision. I saw whole situation from an outsider's view and I gave up on you. My emotions played around a couple days or so, and I would occasionally feel annoyed over the countless what if scenarios that I had in my head.
However, I find it a bit puzzling how this one little butterfly still finds his way into my stomach when I hear anything related to you. When you pass by me, when we exchange nods to acknowledge each other's presence, the small talk, or even when I scroll past your posts on my news feed - that one little butterfly shows up.
Maybe it's because you're my favorite What If
My only What If
My only Almost