pretty ok

that's what i am. pretty ok. isn't that a good feeling? to know someone's there. to find someone who gives you butterflies again.
maybe i should stop talking. because it's been three months and the butterflies haven't left me yet. sometimes they get droopy.

but it's good to know i won't ever let them get too droopy. it's good to know i have myself above anyone else.


i've changed a lot, i think. i said that least year too, but it's only 'cause it's true