I found Leo's heart in the words of a poet I'd never heard of - the mystery is solved then - I guess. You see, I fell in love with Leo in a poem he wrote, SHE even before I met him. And whenever I find myself explaining why and how I loved him, besides his humor, intelligence and our kindred quest to find the kind of relationship that deserves a name like 'love' - I speak mostly about the depth of his writing and his extra-ordinary talent as an artist. It was here, in his stories and paintings that I found him living - connected with him and constructed our lives. I realize now why it was a world like no other - it wasn't real. We'd built our dream-life within a dream.
Still, whoever or whatever else Leo may be - the poet/artist who brushstroked his way into my heart is out there somewhere painting a new reality - it's the only place in the world he feels alive. I know, I lived with him in one of his dream world.
I was perched on the cusp of giving up on love when I discovered Leo Christopher's poems, ironically, while searching for SHE, and I realize, that I am still a romantic fool. I was concerned that I would come out of this marriage with an open wound that may never heal. That worry has been erased. I can and will forgive myself for being a romantic fool. Perhaps now that the mystery is solved...this wounded heart of mine will let me weep.
"Our story isn't what we thought it would be. This is far more difficult, and brilliant and exciting and impossible to put down because I absolutely have to know what happens next." - Leo Christopher-
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