A wish for butterflies.
Found in the pit of the stomach. The early signs of attraction and infatuation. Are these all initial and temporary? If you're in a long relationship with someone, do the butterflies necessarily need to stop fluttering? Some say that there is a point when that special high that you felt when you were starting out will come to an end. Settling? Is that the word when that happens? Will the dialogue become, "Yes, of course I'm happy, not giddy happy, but satisfied." I don't want to be that person. Maybe I'm asking too much because I crave drama and excitement in life. But I truly believe that butterflies are still possible even in old age. How can I do this? I've learned that just after a year, the butterflies have all but deserted the one place that I want them to be. Yours.
Question for the day: How do you define your happiness?