My insides still turn over when he looks at me that certain way.
You want to have butterflies in your stomach, because if you don't, if you walk out onstage complacent, that's not a good thing.
If you must know, I-I had never in my life kissed a young lady, and you are far too beautiful to me to want to get it wrong!
When the butterflies in my stomach, when those leave, then I know it's probably time to retire.
First time I kissed you, I lost my legs.
Some automatic device clicked in her big brain, and her knees felt weak, and there was a chilly feeling in her stomach. She was in love with this man. They don't make memories like that anymore
My first kiss. A new kind of kiss, like the new kind of music still playing, softly, in the distance - wild and arrhythmic, desperate. Passionate.
He didn't take her breath away. Maybe the opposite. But that was okay-that was really good, actually, to be near someone who filled your lungs with air.
instead i head to the computer and it's like i turn into a little girl who's just seen her first rainbow. i get all giddy and nervous and hopeful and despairing and i tell myself not to look obsessively at my buddy list, but it might as well be projected onto the insides of my eyelids. at 8:05 his name pops up, and i start to count. i only get to twelve before his IM pops up.
This time the fluttery feeling in my stomach was more intense. It made the inside of my thighs tingle and my breathing deepen.
Grace (talking about Sam): At the sight of him, my stomach slid down to my feet, a weird combination of relief, nerves, and anticipation all in one, a feeling that never seemed to go away.
Kind of like love before first sight.” and “Butterflies in your stomach. That was such a crappy metaphor. More like killer bees.
It was a completely new feeling for me–like someone had just released a million, tiny butterflies loose in my stomach, and they were feverishly flying up into my head and making me lose my mind.
