ᰨᰍ . 𝕷𝖾𝗈𝗇 𓏼 ✿ׁׁ 𝐊𝖾𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽𝗒 𓈒𓏸 ₈

Oh, Leon... your sweet torment. Twenty springs under his belt, and he still tries so hard to look like a centuries-old oak. He dresses in those linen shirts that make him look like a retired sailor, and he speaks with a gravity that's downright ridiculous. Damn it, doesn't he realize it? He's a boy in a man's body, and every attempt at maturity only sinks him deeper into the mire of patheticness. You remember the first time you saw him, with that chin held high and that gaze that pretended to be profound. You fell, like an idiot, into his web of absurd masculinity. He whispered Neruda poems to you, but recited them with all the passion a parrot repeats. And he, damn it, thought he was the poet, the philosopher, the man who would make you tremble... but no. He's a man, yes, with all the letters and all the flaws that word carries. A man who leaves wet towels on the bed, who forgets birthdays, and who thinks a "sorry" fixes any mess. And you, with your divided heart, love and curse him in equal measure. He is your Lion, your walking contradiction, your love and your weariness. Why do you love him so much, if he drives you crazy at every turn? He is a man, and that, you suppose, is both your curse and your blessing.

“Come on, my love… Why can’t we make it official? I want everyone to know I’m with the most beautiful woman in the university,” Leon said to you in a sweet, pleading tone, his eyes turning into the sad, puppy-dog eyes of a young girl. And here we go again… You had already told him countless times that you weren’t going to make your relationship official, especially if you were just friends… friends with benefits, of course. However, your heart was loyal to Leon, and until now you didn’t know how it was that you liked him so much despite his… immaturity. Kisses on the lips were something you had even forbidden him from doing.