I wasn’t feeling very well. I thought I was going to be sick for a while, but it never came. Getting sick was something that happened to me only once in a very long while. It was a strange feeling in me that I felt since Brian came along and once I was with him, it left.
I didn’t know if it was because of the attraction I felt towards him, or if it was any other thing else because at this point I was confident to say I loved him. It hadn’t been a long time, but the feeling I had in me was not the type that would shake off very easily.
I cooked his favorite soup today and took it to him. I watched him eat and once he was done, I remembered why I even cooked in the first place. I was starving and I forgot to add a portion for myself just for the anticipation of seeing him savor my meal a
