I didn't know how tired I was until I fell asleep during our flight to Italy. When I woke up, I was in Aaron's arms, and we had a blanket draped over us. I had the chance to feel his warmth and listen to his heartbeat, so I pretended that I was still asleep. As crazy as it sounds, my walls are starting to come down. I want to trust him so badly, but I am so afraid that I will get hurt again.
To love is to get hurt, some say. But I think my biggest worry is not his fidelity, it's being left behind. Again.
When the pilot announced that we would be landing in twenty minutes, I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder and when I looked up, Aaron eyes were glued to my face.
"Did you have a good nap?" There was no teasing in his tone, just a simple and plain question.
"Yes, I did. Sorry, I thin
