I needed to become new. To become a witness to self. The me that was alive within and becoming increasingly impatient to be known.

He looked up to his mother in pure adoration. As if looking at the face of God. I knew that look because that is how I once saw my mother.

Who hurt me? I hurt myself. I have failed to find love because I’ve never allowed it in. Never let anyone get too close.

It has almost been a week since I’ve seen Leo. I’ve kept my promise and have not called. Neither has he. My heart slightly touches upon...