Valentina

Every time I think about how Marco has been treating me with so much love and spoiling me silly, I can't help but blush. I need no soothsayer to tell me that this is genuine love. The way he was so quick to defend me when I narrated everything that happened at the office the other day.

How he sends me flowers, chocolates and selfies of himself. The goofy ones keep me going on bad days. I just have to look at them and boom, I feel better.

Waking up to love notes on days he has to leave the house really early. His failed attempt at trying to whip up breakfast which I forced myself to eat just to make him feel good but ended up with a running stomach. The things we do for love.

I can't wait till he sees my painting of him. This has to be my best artwork so far.

“You seem happier than I've seen you in ages, my dear.” mother says stretching me a glass of juice as she seats next to me.

“Mother, these past weeks with Marco have been absolutely divine.”

“I can see that, we can all see tha