If the Butterflies ever died

      I am going to write this, just for you. I am going to write it well. It's been quite a while since I found my feelings for you, and I haven't cried a tear. When I think about you, I still get butterflies. I smile when I think about kissing you; loving you; hugging you close to my own body. It is almost like you're inside of me, making me feel so high on this thing we've discovered as "Love".
      If the Butterflies ever died, I would die along with them. You once told me you never wanted to be hurt by me. I will never hurt you. I will not bring the demise of the Butterflies. Their frail bodies, blowing in the wind as they fall to the ground, would be a horrific scene. I would discentegrate, like the light, powder-like substance that inhabits their wings.
      I want to softly whisper words of love to you while you sleep. And when I wake in the morning, I want you to be the first thing I see. I want to love you, like you have never felt. All I want is to be close to you. I can't say it enough, I know, but I hope that somewhere in your heart, you know just how much I truely love you.
      You are everything to me. Everything. Loving you gives me a reason, and the strength to awake in the morning. I open my eyes, and I am now grateful for everything. For every breath that I take, for every bird that chirps it's morning song outside of my window. I've never needed anyone like I need you, and please believe me when I say, I truely do.
      It has taken me a while to piece everything together. To reach within myself, and pull out the right words that needed to be spoken. I wanted each and every one of them to fit together perfectly like puzzle pieces. You are my love, my light in the darkest corner of my thoughts. Everything.