After spending the entire day together, and the entire of last night together he has to go home and I feel like I’m addicted to him already, because the moment he leaves I feel very incomplete. Being without him is hard, I mean I only know him for a day, but we are so connected in the most inexplicable way. The next morning bright and early I hear the doorbell ring; it’s so good to see his smiling face, as he stands there grinning at me, I can’t help but return it.
“Good morning beautiful.” He retrieves a bouquet of roses which he hands to me.
“It’s beautiful thanks.” As I take the bouquet from him, I place it in a vase in some fresh water.
He walks inside as we have breakfast together.
“This looks amazing as usual.”
“Thanks. But do you ever have anything bad to say.”
“Well, who could ever complain when I come here to find you looking like that, in that dress, and on top of that you add a delicious meal. I feel like I’m the luckiest guy alive.”
“You haven’t even tasted it yet.”
“Well I tasted the breakfast, lunch and dinner you made yesterday, and it was the most delicious food I ever tasted, so I can imagine this will be as good.