All my friends keep saying that he is the one. He gives me everything I deserve and truly loves me. Our relationship was developing rapidly and soon we were supposed to move into a shared apartment. Take a serious step. But I doubted it. Everything was raging inside, and questions popped up in my head: "Am I doing everything right?". Leon was in my head. Yes, our relationship was not perfect and we quarreled a lot, but there was something that made it difficult to give up. Even though Leon's words that the new guy was right for me left an unpleasant aftertaste. I could often call him at night, and he always answered. And I didn't know exactly why. And I didn't know why I kept calling him. Maybe I wanted to hear his voice even after the breakup of the relationship?

I held the phone to my ear and held my breath, as if I was calling him for the first time. And a few seconds later, a sigh and a hoarse voice were heard on the other end of the line. Both of them felt the blanket rustle as they both got up to take a more comfortable sitting position on the bed. After exchanging greetings, there was silence, but Leon interrupted her first.

"But does he know you call me when he sleeps? But does he know the pictures than you keep? But does he know the reasons that you cry? Or tell me, does he know where your hear lies? Where it truly lies?"