Te Amo
Chapter Two.
It’s hard to believe our meeting was only 6 short months ago, it seems like a lifetime, love can do that to people I guess.
Slowly getting out of bed I took a minute to look at my beautiful Venezuelan view, I remember when our journey to Venezuela was just a vacation. Recently I have been taking the time to notice the little things in life, you never know when everything you love and care about may be gone.
Hungry for breakfast I made my way to the kitchen. “Morning beautiful.” I heard a masculine voice say from just around the corner. Giving him a slight smile I went up and hugged him. Lately I haven’t been talking that much, but that’s okay because actions speak louder than words.
For breakfast we had a simple pancakes and orange juice, a personal favorite of mine though. “How you feeling?” Juan asked me with concern in his eyes, he always worries way too much about me.
“Better.” I murmured taking a sip of my juice. He gave an encouraging smile and took a bite of his food. “When’re my parents coming home?” I managed to say, despite my sudden extreme tiredness.
“Sunday.” He stated, “Would you like them back sooner? They said we could call if anything went wro-.”
“I’m fine.” I said indignantly “I’m tired, I’m going back to bed.” Juan sighed by didn’t argue. He did however shoot me a “Don’t get all grumpy at me I’m just trying to help” kinda look.
As I made my way to bed I felt guilt rush over me, I was being unfair to Juan. It wasn’t his fault I’m in a bad mood. He’s so good to me and I’m so bad to him. Why does he stay?
I lay down in my bed and began to think about all the wonderful times I’ve had the past six months, the best six months of my life.
Slowly getting out of bed I took a minute to look at my beautiful Venezuelan view, I remember when our journey to Venezuela was just a vacation. Recently I have been taking the time to notice the little things in life, you never know when everything you love and care about may be gone.
Hungry for breakfast I made my way to the kitchen. “Morning beautiful.” I heard a masculine voice say from just around the corner. Giving him a slight smile I went up and hugged him. Lately I haven’t been talking that much, but that’s okay because actions speak louder than words.
For breakfast we had a simple pancakes and orange juice, a personal favorite of mine though. “How you feeling?” Juan asked me with concern in his eyes, he always worries way too much about me.
“Better.” I murmured taking a sip of my juice. He gave an encouraging smile and took a bite of his food. “When’re my parents coming home?” I managed to say, despite my sudden extreme tiredness.
“Sunday.” He stated, “Would you like them back sooner? They said we could call if anything went wro-.”
“I’m fine.” I said indignantly “I’m tired, I’m going back to bed.” Juan sighed by didn’t argue. He did however shoot me a “Don’t get all grumpy at me I’m just trying to help” kinda look.
As I made my way to bed I felt guilt rush over me, I was being unfair to Juan. It wasn’t his fault I’m in a bad mood. He’s so good to me and I’m so bad to him. Why does he stay?
I lay down in my bed and began to think about all the wonderful times I’ve had the past six months, the best six months of my life.
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The first two chapters are kinda short, but it'll get better and longer don't worry :D.