I met Leo when I was 18 or 19 years old and worked at a discount movie theatre downtown. Leo started working about a year after I started and I was immediately in love with him: honest-to-goodness, madly in love with him; my first love.
He did not reciprocate my feelings, but we ended up becoming great friends anyway with me putting aside my unrequited feelings in favour of having this man in my life. I thought he was the fucking bee's knees. He was creative, intelligent, well-read, artistic -- traits I never expected to exist in a real man. It's no surprise I fell for him as hard as I did.
It's been nearly 10 years since we met and we've discussed and laughed about my girlhood feelings for him while still maintaining a fucked up friendship where we fight like an old married couple every time we meet, but think of each other randomly when we're apart. He also has had a special place in my heart and will continue to for ever, I think, and I just hope he knows this.
We met up recently after not seeing each other for three years and got stoned, fought and cursed before Leo set up his guitar and played me some of the most beautiful music ever created. Here are some photos from that impromptu session which I'm really proud of and hope he likes, as well.