I’m not sure what I was hoping for when I asked her to go for breakfast with me, but I know I didn’t want to leave her so quickly. I needed more time with her. It didn’t matter what we did or where we went. I just needed to be with her. I’ve been going around and around with my feelings for weeks, tearing myself up inside over what I wanted to do with them. But I don’t think I want to keep fighting them anymore. Not if fighting them means dealing with the constant pain in my chest only Sierra’s presence can soothe.
