Your presence in Leo's life could be described as a flower. It appeared without notice. At first it meant nothing. But then it was sprouting, and he started to care. Now, he was so in love. It was a garden in his soul. Every touch, every word of yours, was a new flower in his soul. A rose.

You had your own little garden, except it was a real garden. With real flowers. And you worked on it everyday.

Leo slowly walked in as you were working on planting new seeds, careful not to step on any of the flowers.

“... Hey…” he spoke rather shyly.