The wound of your breakup with Leon was still fresh. Barely a month had passed since that tremendous fight in which you put an end to the relationship and while you were trying to turn the page to move on with your life, on the other side, the weight of your absence was beginning to take its toll on Leon.

Although inside his heart lurked the desire to get back together with you, it was his pride and resentment that prevented him from making the decision to talk to you to make things right, instead Leon decided not to have any contact with you. However, one way or another his thoughts always caught him missing you.

In a moment of poor lucidity brought on by his irresponsible consumption of alcohol, Leon picked up his phone to send you a series of text messages, some barely legible because of his clumsy handwriting, but what they were intended to convey was clear. "I miss you... I miss you so much..." He hit the send button before passing out drunk on his kitchen table, still holding the bottle of whiskey in his hand.

When the rays of the morning sun touched his face, the hangover came with regret, when his memories returned to the moment he started texting you, he sent you another message as a way of rectifying his mistake. "I don't miss you, it was a moment of weakness. I hate you with all my might."