STEFANO
I stand across the street, my heart pounding as I watch her through the store window. Andrea's delicate fingers tuck a strand of her chestnut hair behind her ear as she leans over a shelve, completely absorbed. The sight of her takes my breath away, and an ache spreads through my chest. I long to hold her, to breathe in her familiar scent, but I know I can't. I shouldn't even be in the US right now, but after a month apart, the need to see her became unbearable.
Time hasn't dulled my feelings; if anything, each day without her has only deepened my love. I miss the warmth of her body curled against mine as we drifted off to sleep. I yearn for those mornings when I'd wake to the aroma of her horrible breakfasts, prepared with such care. The absence of her scent on my pillow is a co
