Xavier and I hang out at my house for a few hours. He holds me tight in his arms as if he is scared of letting me go. It feels good to be back beside Xavier again. Everything makes sense now. I understand why I feel so good when I am around him. I understand why I feel sparks beneath my skin whenever he touches me and the butterflies in my stomach whenever I think of him or see him. I close my eyes and listen to the steady beat of his heart as I lay my head on his strong chest. There doesn’t need to be any movies or music playing to keep me occupied. I am happy in his arms, in silence. Just us, no distractions. I am so glad that I confronted him about his secrets. Things are much better now. I am not doubting myself as much as I did before. I also am not questioning my sanity. It is a good
