I feel madly in love with Sergio.

That's what he had told me, that's what I've believed all my life and I would have never believed otherwise if not for the evidence of my eyes.

His lips are chapped and slightly rough from his days spent outside at the garden, but it feels softer than silk against mine.

There is a sparkle in his eye as we kiss, one that tells me that nothing can bring down his smile because of who he loves.

He loves me.

The world seems to slow as I pull away from the kiss, eyes falling shut as my hands travel up from his waist,...