“what's life without love? the days tend to feel longer, and your heart heavier. there's nothing to look forward to – nothing to look back on. when it leaves, you never know when it'll be back. then there's that moment. a moment so vivacious, following a million bold colors personifying themselves as the enticing feeling of vividly painted butterflies. my stomach seems as if it'll burst at the seams at any given moment from the whirlwind of passion stirring and simmering like a hot pan. i'm cooked and this feeling is unlike any other. it's not perfect – like a cold, summer night, or a rose missing a petal – but i'm too enraptured to care. i might not formally know your love yet, but i want you to introduce me to it. i want to feel that first embrace. i want to feel what it's like for your love to unlock the butterflies and set them free. i wanna know what it's like to be completely and utterly transformed by it. i want to know your worst days, your best nights. everything imperfect about your perfection. and if nothing else, make me forget what it's like to live without love.”