It wasn't a fairy tale. Leo didn't rush to read her past. Instead, he asked questions that made her feel like her present was worth recording. "What was the best five minutes of your day?" "What did you see on your walk home?" "What's a thought you had that you'll never write down?"
That was the beginning.
She never let him read her old diaries. That urge, she realized, had been a kind of loneliness dressed up as romance. What she really wanted wasn't a witness to her past. It was someone who would stay for the sequels. mshahdt fylm Diary of a Sex Addict mtrjm