You just left after our first date.

You walked me home and you kissed my cheek and I swear I died right there on the front stoop.

My whole body feels like it's on fire, like it could warm the coldest of places just from me standing there.

And I need to know what you woke up in me.

You text me, telling me you got home safe. I almost trip over my shoes trying to get to my phone. I don't stop smiling for the rest of the night. I don't stop burning, either.

We make plans for our second date and text for the entirety of the next day. My phone, never not on silent, has been chirping regularly from wherever it's been placed next to me. It makes me buzz every time I hear it.

It goes on and on like that.

The chirping and the buzzing carry me through the next few days. I find myself needing fewer and fewer hours of sleep. Fewer and fewer cups of coffee. Fewer and fewer pick me ups.

Because this, this is a never ending pick me up.

This is a mood lifting game changer.

The smiles come more frequently, the barks of laughter that escape my mouth are no longer few and far between, the sun seems brighter even on the gloomy days. And never before one to over utilize those damn emojis everyone is so crazy about, I have been peppering them regularly throughout our conversation.

And I don't know what you did to me.

What you're doing to me.

I don't know if I'll ever want it to stop.

I probably never will.

And I've been walking around with a cheesy grin on my face, all besotted and mooney and dreamy. I don't even care when my friend throws out the term 'smitten kitten' because I am. Smitten.

All my swagger is gone but it's been replaced by something even better. Something I didn't even know could feel better, but does in infinite amounts.

Butterflies.

And I've become someone I don't recognize, someone I would have teased mercilessly before.

My new favorite sound is my text tone.

My new favorite feeling is the smile that feels permanent.

My new favorite word is 'hi.'

So many stupid, crazy feelings just from one little word. One word. Two letters. One syllable. One syllable and all the butterflies in the universe.

All the feelings everyone around me used to talk about. All the feelings I flirted with in the past, but never held on to. I know what they are now. I can feel them, and see them, and hear them.

It's all strange and magical. It's all new and different.

And you're different.

This is different.

Everything about you is different. Everything about interacting with you is different. It's like my body wakes up. Like I didn't know anything about myself until you started looking at me with those keen eyes and that sense of wonder and I just knew you felt the same. Knew that I was different.

And all of these feelings and butterflies are moving and dancing inside me now. Clanging around on my ribcage, on my stomach, in my fingertips.

Every part of me feels like it's alive.

This feeling has me floating.

High.

And when you text me one day, full of honesty and seriousness, and tell me that you don't want to stop talking to me until you know everything there is to know about me, I swoon. And when you tell me you don't think you'll ever run out of questions to ask, I swoon even harder and the only thing that lifts me up are those damn butterflies soaring inside.

And I want to know everything there is to know about you, too.

And I want you to always smile at me in the soft way that I'm already used to. That I've already claimed as my own.

And I want to dream about your blue eyes forever.

And I don't want these butterflies to leave.

AN: Hi everyone! A little early Thanksgiving present for you all! I was going to write a cute little piece revolving around a Thanksgiving with them, but feels hit me and they hit me hard. And when the feels hit, this is what popped out. Happy Thanksgiving to my fellow Americans. Everybody else, you should eat some stuffing anyway. In the spirit of the holiday, I just want to say again how grateful I am for each and every one of you readers and cheerleaders. This fandom rocks.