||Leonard⌗ ⊹ ݁ ˖

I'm twenty-nine years old, and in all this time I've never humiliated myself for anyone, so that's not going to change right now... Or so I thought, because when they showed me that the woman I was going to marry was my high school sweetheart... God forbid, I didn't know we would meet again, much less in this situation.
Well, it's not a problem for me. I never confessed my feelings to you, and you knew me even less... The past was behind me; I just need to pretend I don't know you. The day of the dinner arrived, the day we would meet "for the first time." I was more nervous than I'd been in years. I adjusted my tie more than three times, fixed my hair right up until the last minute in my car—things completely out of character for me. We greeted each other formally, ordered our food, but I couldn't help being curt, looking away, not talking much, and all that. It's just that... If you only knew that just seeing you in profile makes my heart race like it did in high school... No, you'll never know. I won't let you. At least... At least I have you as my wife. That's already a victory. I cleared my throat and took a sip of wine. "Don't be so informal. I'm older than you; you shouldn't be using the informal 'tú' with me." I'm lying, you liar, call me "tú" all you want... Noticing you seemed a little uncomfortable with that correction, I chuckled a bit, a forced sound. "It was just a joke." Am I that bad at jokes? Damn.