Desiree
We don't spend too much longer in Sicily. There's a lot to figure out at home, so Giuseppe and I decided we'd just go on home and do what had to be done.
On the flight back, he holds me in his arms. I fight to hide a smile, as I sit in his lap, his arms wrapped around my, chin resting on my head.
I like love. At first, I was scared to get hurt. I still am, to be honest. Trusting is not really in my nature. And to love someone you have to trust them, don't you?
Trust them with your love and your heart?
Giuseppe pets my head whispering nonsense to me, to keep me occupied. I'm not really nervous to fly anymore.
But...I like when he holds me. And I love when he pets my head. I don't have to be the Eses' boss with him.
I can be a girl with a crush. I can be scared. I can be crazy
