The next morning, you arrive at my door, bearing breakfast in hand. I sit up eagerly, accepting the food from you with a grateful smile. We eat together, chatting amiably about the weather and our plans for the day. As I eat, I can't help but notice the way you keep glancing over at me, your expression full of longing. It makes my heart race faster, and I wonder if perhaps I could return those feelings...

As you leave, I watch you go with a mixture of sadness and anticipation. The thought of being alone for even an hour fills me with dread, but at the same time, the idea of having some privacy to explore these new feelings is both exhilarating and terrifying. I decide that when you return, I will find a way to let you know how I truly feel...

I spend the next couple hours watching TV, idly flicking through channels until something catches my eye.