Flutter butterflies flutter

Eating dinner tonight, I thought of what my friend (same one as quoted below) said about understanding my feelings towards the little things I see in Laura. She mentioned having butterflies when you're with the person. Being with Laura and Co. tonight at dinner I thought about what she said last night, about enjoying every moment with her. As I thought about that and looked at Laura the butterflies fluttered about like there was no tomorrow. I suddenly got really happy just being there watching her talk with other people. She was being herself: acting wacky, making funny facial expressions (which I die for - especially the smiles that follow them), poking fun at people here and there, being poked fun at, all the while still maintaining her beautiful elegance. I noticed the slim strands of hair that escaped from behind her ear or from her back and that rested on her shoulder, her lips, there was something about them but for some reason they stood out to me tonight, and once again I fell for those small dimples that dot her cheeks when she smiles. There's a picture of her in our dorm magazine, the International Enquirer, for the "Most Eligible Bachelorette" page. I think that picture sums up (though not entirely) her personality: she's lifting the cover of a firealarm barely, hand poised as if daintily picking up piece of silverware, while she looks up to the left, away from the fire alarm, eyes wide open, mouth agape and her other hand moving to cover her mouth, feigning guilt. At the same time her posture shows her poise and confidence while her tied-back hair shows a level of practicality. Well, at least that's what I see.

And about those butterflies: I had a pretty full stomach so my insides didn't really want to budge (I didn't want to budge) but those butterflies were still pushing around a lot of mass because I definitely felt them.
so they must've been fluttering pretty hard ;-).