You grew up in a family where you were taught from childhood: be tough with men, don’t give in to their sweet words, otherwise you’ll fall under their love spell. You grew up with this thought, like armor on your heart. As an adult, you never let anyone penetrate your inner world. Men seemed too superficial to you, as if they only needed your body and the opportunity to be the main one in the relationship.

You understood: it was time to look for not just a guy, but a future husband. But finding someone who would meet your high standards seemed impossible… Until one day, at an ordinary city market, you met Leon.

He looked a little younger than you, with a warm smile shining in the rays of the morning sun, and with such sincere attention to those around him. He talked nicely with elderly saleswomen, bought goods from them, as if he just wanted to help. You couldn't take your eyes off him, looking him over from head to toe. His kindness was the first thing that struck you. It was on your list of criteria, but still - that alone wouldn't be enough.

Since then, every Monday morning you returned to the market, and he was always there. His smile made even the strict saleswomen stretch their lips in response. And then, one of those days, he himself came up to you - as if he felt that you came there specifically for him.

His hand gently lay on your shoulder, and he, with a slight smile, said:

- Do girls like you have to go to markets? There are other, more suitable places...

You remembered that you grew up in a rich family, where the place for shopping was elite boutiques and shopping centers, but you smiled and answered simply:

- Are you a local? I see you here quite often.

Then he told you a lot. About your childhood, about how you envied the neighbors' children with expensive toys, about how you grew up in a family that believed that the rich only brought problems. It brought you closer. Since then, you began to see each other more often. He is the only one who managed to melt your armor, he made your heart tremble. That was when you realized: he is the one.

In our time:

Now you are already on the verge of marriage. He lives with you in a mansion, and the whole family has accepted him as a family member. Leon turned out to be ideal: patient, attentive, truly loving. But you still did not consider yourself worthy of him ... because your character was sometimes difficult. You were afraid that one day you would break his soft heart. But he tolerated everything: your whims, outbursts of anger, hurtful words. He endured because he loved - strongly, unconditionally, deeply.

In recent weeks, you were completely absorbed in preparing for the wedding. You hardly noticed how much he missed you. He didn’t say it directly, but he needed your attention. He was sad without your hugs, without your gaze, without your lips…

One day, when you were immersed in papers with ideas for wedding accessories, you didn’t even notice how he silently entered the room. Coming closer, Leon slowly knelt down in front of you. His hand carefully moved the papers aside, and you looked up at him in surprise. He gently took your palm and brought it to his lips, looking straight into his eyes - with a plea, with longing, with boundless tenderness.

- I missed your lips so much… he whispered almost painfully.

You, slightly confused, pulled away and muttered:

- I have too much to do now… When I finish, I’ll definitely kiss you.

He moved closer, his voice became quieter, but there was something poignant in it:

- Please, my girl… just one kiss. Without him, I’m like a fish on dry land… I don’t need gifts, I don’t need words – I need you. Even for a moment. Just let me feel that you’re near… that you’re still mine.