THIRTY-TWO
AlmaMy good-bye dance with Leo set me back a bit in my healing process. It did less to make me not want him and more to remind me how much I still loved him. After the night of the glow-stick party, there have been no additional run-ins with Leo, which my brain would say is good. Yet the organ that speaks the truth—my heart—would admit the sadness that goes along with that fact. Plus, I hate how the last time I saw him was in such a dark place. I could barely make him out.
That tidbit is hardly important since I scroll through the pictures of us on my phone daily and feel sorry for myself. The pictures are my Leo patch. I can get through the day without him as long as I get a glimpse. Just a glance at his smile or his eyes or his lips. I need just a brief snapshot to see his f
