New Feelings
Thirty: Ilaria
Watching him sleep for the first time in over a week we have been together. Looking so different in jeans and a T-shirt, looking dare I think normal. Reading that journal of his…. I’m conflicted with feelings. On the outside the man is stoic but on the inside he has so many emotions that he doesn’t know how to deal with them. I turn in the small cabin and start breakfast with the meager food items that Luca had in the truck for us.
I busy myself turning on the propane, lighting the pilot light and start frying up some bacon. I then start slicing some of the bagels and setting them on the oven rack to toast. Some breakfast sandwiches sound really good right now. I have gotten so used to the American breakfast that the normal, traditional breakfast’s my mom us
