... these butterflies I have in my stomach

It's just because... I will miss you
I will miss hanging out with you, smoking weed, cuddling, doing nothing. I will miss being around someone and feeling comfortable. It's not like it happens frequently. It was the first time in a very, very long time.
Nothing is solid, and you know... At first it was weird for me. I didn't know how to behave, then I accepted things the way they are. Now I just wanna enjoy the good feeling when I'm around you.
And you know, it's sad that you will be gone.
I will miss you.
A lot.
A fucking lot.

I might be selfish for saying all that, but I can't help it. I just like your company, and feeling your body close to mine.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for being this honest and and acknowledge that I can be a selfish girl in a way.
But, it's not bad. I have no bad feelings about your departure.
I'm happy, to be honest. Happy for you, one step closer to accomplish what you want the most.
I'm deeply and honestly happy for you, baby boy.

I'm just bit upset for me, and these butterflies I have in my stomach when I'm about to see you.
Well, it's okay... I just gotta shit the butterflies out.
That's fine.