Psychotherapy sucked f*****g ass... I hated every bit of it, but if I wanted to walk on my own again or even use my left arm, I had to do it... after almost a month, I decided I was well enough to look after myself, still staying at Alessandro's place soon. I could go back to my own apartment, but as much as I wanted to start working again, I still couldn't remember s**t about my job.
See, my heart raced every time I was around him, we haven't spoken again about what we had before my accident, and I was too shy to even bring that topic up with him again... My day passed by slowly when he left for work. Now I regret telling him I wanted to sleep on my own again... it took ages to fall asleep without the smell of him.
Without listening to him breathe as he slept or even how cute he looked
