I mentioned the other night that the sheer presence of my ex was both disarming and intoxicating. It is almost impossible to not be drawn in by his witty banter and boyish grin. I tried today to resist it, but I found it pointless. What can I say, it's difficult not to be a little dismantled in my loathing for the man when I watch as he makes Evelyn cackle when he tickles her, the way he closely watched her as she played or the way she would nuzzle into his neck when she was lovingly hugging him goodbye.
In those moments, it's difficult not to love some part of him.
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