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Chapter54
Yet, I knew we had to confront the wreckage, to painstakingly stitch each wound I’d inflicted, step by agonizing step. It was the only way to begin rebuilding what I’d broken, to restore the love and connection we once shared. I had to reassure myself for the difficult conversation ahead, knowing that facing the truth was the first step towards healing.
“It may sound ridiculous, but under that stress, I thought…maybe you didn’t find me attractive anymore,” Leona admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. I felt a pang of regret and sorrow, knowing that my actions had led her to doubt her own worth.
“I tried paying attention to myself a little more,” she continued, “and I even lost weight, but you probably didn’t like it.” I sighed, my heart heavy with emotion, as I inched closer to her recalling
the harsh words I said to her.
Eat more Leo, you look like a Zombie.
When it was me who had turned her into that.
I wrapped my hands around hers, a gentle, tentative touch, and she didn’t protest. Instead, she let me hold her hands, a small but significant gesture of trust, of hope. I felt a glimmer of connection, a spark of the love we once shared, and I knew I had to nurture it, to prove to her that she was still
desirable, still loved.
“I loved you the way you are, or were, Leo,” I said, my voice filled with conviction. “It was me I stopped loving myself. And that’s what got us here.” Her eyes locked onto mine, her gaze searching for truth. She bit her lip, a subtle gesture that betrayed her emotions.
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Her eyes shimmered, and for a moment, I thought I saw tears welling up, but she held them back. The tension between us was so tense, heavy with unspoken understanding. My words hung in the air, a vulnerable confession, and I waited for her response, hoping that this fragile thread of honesty might begin to weave us back together.
“I loved you,” Leona said hesitantly, her voice cracking with emotion. “Wasn’t that enough?” The question spinned in my head demanding an answer
She spoke as if she was afraid to reveal her true, deepest pain completely, and once again, I was the one to blame. Her words were a gentle accusation, a heartbreaking reminder that my actions had made her question the sufficiency of her love. I felt a stinging sense of regret, knowing that I had diminished the value of her devotion, that I had made her feel like her love wasn’t enough.
“It was,” I reassured, my lips brushing against her hands as I kissed them tenderly. She didn’t deny my advances, but instead, let out a soft exhaustive sigh.
“It was and is everything,” I continued, my eyes locked on hers, “and I was such a ridiculous fool to not treasure that.” Saying, I looked up at her, searching for forgiveness, as she breathed deeply before scooting back slightly. I got the message – she wasn’t ready for us to be more affectionate or
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intimate yet. The distance she created was a gentle reminder that trust and closeness needed to be rebuilt, and I respected her boundaries. I knew I had to earn back her trust, to prove myself worthy
of her love once more.
“I never thought you weren’t beautiful, Leo,” I expressed, my voice filled with sincerity.
“It was me. I thought maybe I wasn’t attractive to you, that I wasn’t working out, that I wasn’t enough.” I paused, collecting my thoughts. “I’d look around at the higher class men, at their wives with their diamonds and designer bags and clothes, and I’d wonder…did you want that too? Did you deserve that? And then I’d feel insecure, like I was failing you.” My words spilled out, a cathartic release of long–held doubts. And her brown orbs shone with disbelief.
“I thought money was the answer, that it was the key to buying us happiness. I was blinded by my own inadequacy, and I lost sight of what truly mattered – us.” I looked at Leona, hoping she could see the genuine remorse in my eyes. “I should have talked to you about this a long time ago. I should have been honest about my fears.” I lamented.
“Some women might want all those things wealth, status, material possessions,” she stated, her voice trembling.
“But I didn’t. I know myself enough to keep sight of what I truly wanted, but I know now. Those
no time things….they don’t excite me as much as spending time with you and Willy does.” Expressing she sniffled, her eyes welling up with tears.
“Nothing else does. Being with you and Willy, being a family…that’s what made me happy.” She let’s out. I felt a deep ache in my chest, a longing to make things right, to cherish and prioritize the
love we shared
“And being attractive,” she continued, her voice filled with emotion, “I always found you attractive, but not just because of your physique. I saw the beautiful man you were, inside and out.” She exhaled, her words hanging in the air like a precious gift. I felt a pang in my chest, noticing she spoke in the past tense, as if that beauty was lost. But I refused to let guilt or insecurities creep in,
not this time.
Instead, I chose to hear the underlying message – that she had loved me truly, deeply. I met her gaze, determination burning within me. This time, I would listen, I would learn, and I would prove to her that the beautiful man she saw was still here, still hers.
She needed time to heal and accept me, to forgive and give me another chance. And I was willing to wait, to stand by her side for as long as she needed, for as long as she wanted me. I wouldn’t rush her, wouldn’t pressure her. I’d earn back her trust, her love, and her heart, day by day, moment by moment. The depth of my commitment was unwavering; I’d be patient, understanding, and constant. I’d prove to her that I was worthy of a second chance, that our love was worth fighting for.
