butterfly kisses~

The way I want to hold you is like an emotion or expression or a concept I have never felt before. The way just looking into your cold yet inviting eyes sends a comforting chill down my spine. I would give the very last fragment of my soul just to place butterfly kisses on every inch of your saddened face. I would use my last breath to tell you how much I love you and adore you and look up to you. The only thing burdening my ever-beating heart is the distance between us during the late nights and the early mornings, the times that I crave nothing more than your comforting touch. But oh how I sometimes wish that touch was my own. The many times I run my fingers through the furred decorational pillows that adorn my bed wishing it was your flaming raven hair. All of the countless nights I rest my head upon my pillow wishing it was your chest. I envy the storybook legends with their happily ever afters, yet at the same time I have my own happy ending only mere inches from my fragile body every Thursday afternoon. And now those Thursdays have become the days of the butterflies. The days of the butterflies escaping my stomach and exiting my lips only to land and rest their fragile wings on the backs of your hands and the underside of your jaw.