is it really... L O V E?

Can you feel it?

That feeling. That sensation. It's so breathtaking, though...not in the overly romantic way. It's never happened before. Never....

I feel it now. I don't understand it. It's so strange, I'm not sure if it's a good thing...or a ominously bad thing.

It feels like a million tiny butterfly all fluttering at a single time in a silver cage, wishing--wanting-- to break free of their prison.

It's so hypnotizing, like I want to get lost in it, to just let it swallow my entire being, giving in to this impossible feeling. I wish I could take the door off the cage...
But I can't. Something won't let me.

THAT instinct pulls my hand away from that cage. I can't get any closer.
I'm looking into it, through the bars, watching the fluttering wings.

It is choking me.
Looking at the clock, hearing that loud tick in my ears, mixing with those impossible flutters, bubbling up in my chest, into my throat. I want to scream out, to release this sensation.


But I don't. It hurts. And I ignore it, telling myself it's nothing.
Then that nagging sensation.


Then I see him, even if it's just for a second, see him look at me, his eyes colliding with mine and I can't help looking away, away from his face, making deep rose buds bloom on my pale, teenage skin.


His lips move, but I can't hear him. I'm too lost. There doesn't seem to be an exit....
He's moving away. I want to call out, reply to him, but he doesn't look at me when he looks over his shoulder. looks right through my now translucent figure. At someone else. someone with golden wings, shadowing my black ones.


And they still flutter, whether or not I wish to cry or not.
I don't want to be the one waiting. I want to be the one receiving.
I don't want to be "that girl"...I want to be "the girl"


Is...this that thing called "Love"?


What a strange feeling.