Perfect paradise

I am glad to have found Ezra again though. As long as he's by my side I feel safe. He's such a great person.

A part of me wonders whether he feels the same way about me. I'm sure he does. I know I feel the same way about him. I just hope that he feels the same about me.

I don't know exactly how many times I've slept in the same bed with him. At first I'd had to take a sleeping bag down from our old attic.

But then my mom had insisted on buying a new one for her spare room. I ended up sleeping on her couch for three nights before I gave up and decided to move in with Ezra.

He was kind enough to let me crash at his place while I waited for a bigger apartment to come along. I felt bad about lying to him. He must have been really worried about me.

But it turned out to be worth it in the end, because I got to sleep next to him more often. We usually cuddle together most evenings, just lying awake in the dark with the occasional conversation.

We rarely say much, but it's fine. It's a ni