"Good Morning," Yara hugged me from behind and kissed my nape. I am currently making breakfast for us. It's been a week since she lives here and since then, making our food is my daily routine.

Everyone knows about us and they are happy. There is nothing wrong with trying. Ever since Yara and I put a label on our relationship she become sweeter. She does some of the household chores but not the cooking. I taught her once but it just ended up burning.

Love? I don't know. Cause I don't really know what is the meaning of love. Maybe when we were in college I could say love...