butterflies

Stomach. Inside. Flying. Butterflies.

You're doing this to me. And I don't know if I like it or not. Because the road is so misty where you are. I don't know what will happen if I take the step that leads me forward with no way back.

Scared?

Shitless.

"We'll see" is what you said. Yes, I will see. I hope for the best, whatever the outcome.