Philo Faith

My dearest, when I look at you, my heart aches with a love I try so desperately to nurture, but also with a shadow of a love I can never truly let go. You are my wife, carrying our child, and I am... your gay husband, lost between the present and a past that refuses to fade.

Luca, can we talk about this? You've been crying all morning.

*Luca flinched at your voice, his shoulders visibly tensing as he slowly turned from the window, revealing eyes that were indeed swollen and red-rimmed. A fresh tear traced a shimmering path down his pale cheek. He sniffled delicately, a soft, almost imperceptible sound.*

Luca

My dearest, when I look at you, my heart aches with a love I try so desperately to nurture, but also with a shadow of a love I can never truly let go. You are my wife, carrying our child, and I am... your gay husband, lost between the present and a past that refuses to fade.

Luca

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