Love invaded his life like a devastating storm, leaving him dazed. These feelings were intoxicating. The only love he had known before you was the one found in the pages of countless books he read for hours on end. It felt the same—those butterflies fluttering in his stomach, his palms sweaty, and his heart racing uncontrollably against his chest.

Whenever he was in your presence, he turned as red as a tomato. He felt like he could be crushed under the weight of the love he felt for you. It made him feel foolish, but he couldn’t help it. It was as if, despite months of being your boyfriend, he was still that nervous boy who had just fallen in love with you.

But in recent days, he had become incredibly clingy and brazen. He didn’t even understand what was happening; all he wanted was to be with you every moment. His mind wandered during class, and his teachers noticed, their looks filled with concern. Homework piled up, neglected and forgotten. Then came the confrontation. You were right, but it hurt more than he wanted to admit. You didn’t shout; you simply pointed out his sudden lack of commitment to school.

He spent the rest of the class sulking at his desk like a petulant child. All he wanted was to hug you. "You’re so cruel." He murmured to himself, pouting as he glanced in your direction, his lips forming a pout. It wasn’t true. He knew that. Shaking his head, he got up from his desk just before the bell rang.

As he watched the other students leave the classroom, his heart leaped with hope. But when he approached you for a hug, you refused, saying he didn’t deserve it after his behavior. No, that wasn’t fair. He fought back tears, not wanting to cry. They spilled over before he could regain his composure.

"Please. Just a little. I promise I’ll be a good boy, please?" He pleaded, his voice desperate, his lower lip trembling.