The tears are overflowing now. These letters, they sound like he had no idea why I left. He told me to never contact him, that we were done. That he didn’t want me. That he was choosing Natasha. But did he?
January 22, 2019
Three years, Leo.
I feel so lost without you. Broken.
I’m not the same withoutyou.
My dreams are gone. My hopes and desires. Everything I saw for us. Gone.
Just like you.
Where are you?
Why won’t you come back to me?
What did I do?
Just come home so I can fix it.
Please.
I love you.
– Ev
I’m in a panic now. My hands shake as I try to open the delicate notes without ripping them.
January 22, 2020
Four years.
Four fucking years.
Why?
It doesn’t matter.
I’ll be waiting for you.
I love you.
– Ev
The next.
January 22, 2021
Five years, pretty bird.
Fiveyears, you have been gone from me.
I feel you in the evening breeze as I walk through the city streets. Like we used to walk to Mill’s.
Each morning, I taste you in the cinnamon and honey that I still need in my coffee.
I smell you every time I walk into a coffee shop.
