But the butterflies are still there

[princesslola]

I go in expecting a broken heart. That is our way, I suppose. It is the only broken heart I've had that could run me clear across the country. I expect to again fall deeper for you than you could for me. So here I go letting my heart go wild again. Maybe I'll be prepared this time. But how can we ever be prepared for matters of the heart? Let me jump with both feet. Don't tread lightly for me. Let me feel the full rain. I need to drown in it again for no other takes me so deep.

Sometimes it feels good to fall down.