I met you with butterflies in my stomach and my eyes wide with nerves.

My hands were clenched and sweaty.

I could hear my heartbeat and it was so loud I couldn’t hear your voice

But I knew you were melodic.

What didn’t know then was that those butterflies were trying to fly me away from you.

That I couldn’t hear what you were saying because I shouldn’t listen to you.

So when you held out your hand and said jump

I jumped with you and never flew again.