As I busily fed Christian his breakfast, a thought suddenly infiltrated my mind. Its grip on my mind was so compelling that I couldn't help but give it voice.
"Christian," I called out his name, catching him mid-bite of his pancake.
With a mouthful, he replied, "Yes?"
"Have you ever loved someone?" I inquired, my curiosity getting the better of me.
"Yes, I have," he replied, his words filled with sincerity. "It's you." When he said that, my heart seemed to skip a beat, and the world around me took on a vibrant, surreal quality. I found myself grappling with this unexpected revelation. While I had always known that Christian loved me, this time it felt different, like the love shared between two people in a romantic relationship. I felt a rush of emotions, a mixture of happiness and con
