The feeling was back; that fluttery sensation in her stomach, so wonderful and horrible, all at once. It made her feel both nauseous, and excited. And then, just as quickly as it had appeared, it faded. She no longer felt nervous, or trembled in anticipation, for he had walked past, out of her sight. His eyes had never even glanced in her direction, but she didn't mind. All that mattered was that she had seen him, for that brief but wonderful moment.
She hated herself for feeling that way; loving something that she could never have. Yet she couldn't help it. Every time she saw him, her heart skipped a beat and her head felt light and dizzy. No matter how hard she tried to stop liking him, she couldn't. She knew that they would return, each time her lovesick gaze fell upon him. The butterflies would awaken from their deep slumber and fly angrily around inside of her abdomen. Once she could no longer see him, the butterflies would slowly return to their dormant state. But they would remain, hidden away, haunting and teasing her, as a constant reminder that she could never have the one thing that she wanted the most. How she hated those butterflies. Yet secretly, she loved it when they were awake inside of her, making her feel so alive.