When a boy drives all the way to your house just to give you back the compact you so carelessly left in his car (despite the fact hes completely exhausted and ready to fall asleep at any moment...)
Your stomach starts getting all fluttery like clan of monarch's have just set flight inside your tummy.
Its the little things that count
It takes the little things that mean nothing to mean everything.
I got my kiss && i got my hug, and, most importantly, i got my compact. ;)
Goodnight♥
I read 'clan' as clam for a minute. I was like, "I dont think that's a good sign, a clam in your stomach..."