I used to cook, every day. When I came home from school I'd join my mom in the kitchen and we'd make dinner. Beautiful dinners of different dishes. I'd cook for Sam on special occasions and he'd tell me I was the most perfect girlfriend ever.
I used to sing, every day. I'd come home from school and as I did my chores I'd sing my latest favorite song, or sometimes just hum. Life was like a song to me. Sam would tell me I had a beautiful voice, and I'd sing songs just for him.
I used to laugh, every day. At anything: my parents, my brother, my friends. I found joy in the world around me. I found amusement in life. Sam loved to hear me laugh.
I used to love, every day. I loved Sam with all my heart. When I was with him, I felt like I was home. When we were apart I missed him so much and couldn't wait to see him again.
I used to belong to someone. I used to be Sam's. I used to be his Lee Lee.
But that was all before Sam met Emily.
I don't cook anymore.
I don't sing anymore.
I don't laugh anymore.
I don't love anymore.
I don't belong anymore.
I'm not Lee Lee anymore.
Sam doesn't want a Lee Lee.
He has his Emily.
And what do I have?
Well, I have me.
Leah.
