Butterflies

Even on nights like tonight, when drinks are flowing and friendly laughs fill the air, you’re still right at the edge of my thoughts begging for attention. And after enough liquor, I can’t help but break down and swim through the ocean of memories to find you waiting on my cognitive shore.

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