Hair!
Year 3s.
Hee hee.

I keep utilising the word "flutter", I keep feeling fluttery and I find myself wanting more flutters. We had friends pumping attempts to hasten processes, and I caught you flushing pink in the cheeks. They poked tease at the way we showed little hints, they imitated them ridiculously, and I think we enjoyed it in secrecy. You act cool too much, but it's okay because I like it anyway. It's amazing, what simple presence drives me to do. Inside my stomach it's still squirming butterflies. It was clumsy, but sweet and unforgettable.

I'd redo all this again, if it makes you flutter the same way as I do.

Afterall, I'm sure it took more than a can of beer and three chocolate eggs.