butterflies in my stomach.

'butterflies in my stomach.'

you always said that to me, and i feel it too. 

especially when i talk to you on the phone. or when i get around you. 

these butterflies wont get me relax, they'll keep multiply, multiply and multiply.

i still remember the days when we used to talk on the phone all day long, the days when we used to care about each other thing, the days where i used to sing a song for you. and the days when we used to share our laugh, problem, thoughts & love.

but i know that days are over. and i hate it.