fuck, leo. sometimes i wonder if you’ll look back on this and question whether you made the right choice. not because i expect you to come running back to me, but because i worry that you made a shitty decision during a time when everything felt impossible to understand. i’m worried that your sadness was taken advantage of. i hope you give yourself permission to reconsider it if you ever realise you might be sad. or that you might want something else. i can’t sleep anymore, mae.