The only ones that make me cry are the ones about Leo.
Lately I've been having a lot of flashes about giving birth to Eve, that day, that night, the next two mornings.
All with Leo by my side.
The pictures are so clear as if I'm actually reliving them and it murders me slowly and I cry and cry.
That was honestly the best day of my life, the day that in an instant I fell and experienced love at first site, with the man I loved by my side.
A piece of him in human form that I'll have forever until I die, two pieces of him actually.
Everything during the time that I had Eve was perfect to me, we had everything most of all I had my little family and we were functioning as one.
If I could have anything it would be Leo the old Leo, the Leo that could comprehend and grasp reality.
The Leo that I would stay up all night talking and eating with.
The Leo that would fuck me numb.
The Leo that could feel.
The Leo that cared about his daughters and his life.
The Leo that had pride in himself.
The Leo that was actually alive.
I feel like my heart is chasing a ghost, a ghost of memories and a dead person.
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