He doesn’t understand what love is, at least not in a romantic way. Maybe love was caring for others, and he did care about everyone, but that doesn’t mean he loved them all. So, that was pretty much out of the question, at least in his mind.

Was love about buying gifts? Well, he never bought gifts for anyone except on special occasions. Writing letters? Never did that. Physical touch? Not his thing. That was it, love just wasn’t for him.

I will never love. It’s confusing. It’s not for me. My heart never races. I don’t feel butterflies in my stomach. It was what he repeated to himself every time he saw a clingy couple.

But sometimes love is there, and you don’t even realize it. At least not Leon, that fool.

“I’ll do it.” he said firmly, but with a gentle touch deep down. Whenever you were about to do something at work, he kind of wanted to do it for you, to help you.

He was sure that was part of who he was. But there was something there, still unknown.