Flittering Butterflies
Writing CompilationTwo tiny black and ivory blurs flew on the spot in a way that made it seem like they were a minuscule hurricane. They fluttered their wings, moving inward and outward as if dancing to a song that belonged to only the two of them. Their cute little dance seemed of utmost importance, judging by every careful, deliberate turn and flutter they made. After some time one of the tiny whirlwinds headed away from that important spot, flying towards a flowerbed, the other butterfly followed, adoration showing in its every move. However, the most admirable thing about them was that even as one of them picked up speed and whizzed from flower to flower, its partner never once left its side.
That was exactly how our first meeting felt like, the delicate dance of flittering butterflies. The shy, fleeting glance we mirrored as I accepted his help to pick up my fallen books; the heat rising to my face as he blurted out a compliment; the faint brushing of our fingertips as he clumsily handed me my books; and the cautious but pleasant banter between us before we finally shyly exchanged numbers.
Every single thing about that fateful encounter made my heart race like the rapid fluttering of butterfly wings. And, like the pair of butterflies, after that brief encounter, he never left my side.
A/N: this I pretty long, so I wouldn't exactly consider this a summary... I'm not really sure what this is, actually.
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