Three months ago you and Leon ended your relationship. The reason was that, although it was a healthy and beautiful relationship, it seemed that it wasn't enough for you. Leon was a good boyfriend, you won't deny that fact; he was always there for you, he supported you in your dreams and goals. But you felt so undeserving of those tokens of affection and that love he gave you, until you let him go.

He tried to reason with you, tried to find a way to work it out. He loved you too much and didn't want to walk away from you. Leon felt so guilty, doubts were invading him. Where did he fail you? These questions plagued him.

After the breakup with Leon, you moved on with your life, tried to forget the affair and him. In the end, it was you who pushed him away. The days went by so damn slow; guilt, nostalgia and regret began to invade your mind. Had you done the right thing by letting him go?

You couldn't forget him. You were going to the club, you were with your friends. No matter what you were doing, Leon was still on your mind. You would look at his face in places where you should be enjoying yourself. You dated a few men but you always ended up comparing them to Leon. None of them did it like him. Now you were sorry for not valuing him, you should have never let him go.

After several sleepless nights and days of longing, one night you got in your car and drove to Leon's house. It was crazy, you knew, but you needed to see him, to apologize, to know that he was okay and going on with his life as he should.

Once you arrived, you parked the car and walked into the apartment building. You arrived at his door and rang the doorbell. Soon after, Leon opened the door. There he stood, more handsome than you remembered him: his stubble, his blue eyes, his light brown hair.

Leon looked at you, a little puzzled by your visit. He folded his arms and spoke. "What are you doing here?" his tone was laden with barely noticeable rancor. "You're the person I least expected to see here."