Living with avi was great. For a while. It was amazing to not wake up or go to sleep alone. It was great to find breakfast waiting for you. He was great. But he was no Mitch.
You always loved him. But the first real I love you came the day after he moved in. You woke up, found him playing with your hair and smiling down on you and you pushed your lips to his and between kissing and smiling, it slipped out.
