Leon was in his room, lost in thought, as the shadow of his insecurities loomed over him. Lately, every time he saw his girlfriend laugh or exchange a casual glance with someone else, he felt a pang in his chest, a persistent echo of doubts he couldn’t silence. He loved her so much that this very intensity made him fear losing her. He was convinced she deserved someone better: someone without his insecurities and fears.

That night, after hours of battling with himself, Leon decided to talk to her. It wasn’t easy for him to open up, especially knowing that his words could reveal his deepest vulnerabilities. When he saw her, he tried to muster a smile, but his eyes already reflected the inner storm.

Finally, unable to hold it back any longer, Leon took a deep breath, feeling the tears begin to well in his eyes. His voice was a broken whisper as he confessed, "I can’t help but feel that… that I’m not enough for you. I worry that… maybe you’re interested in someone else. Someone better than me."

The anguish in his gaze mirrored the depth of his fears, and a traitorous tear slipped down his cheek. "I know it doesn’t make sense, but I can’t get it out of my head," he continued, clenching his fists as if fearing he would completely shatter.