Today you celebrated your 20th Birthday with friends, that’s why you returned home when it was already dark outside. The only thing that upset you that day was that your best friend Leon didn’t come to the meeting, even though you sent him an invitation. He was the person whose congratulations you were waiting for the most, because he always found ways to amuse you with his jokes and expressions. Maybe he was avoiding you? Oh, right… It happened a week ago, when Leon came to your house once again to watch a new movie together.. But you ended that evening with a sweet kiss on the lips. How did it happen? It's simple, it was just interesting for both of you to feel the other person's lips on your own again, because you both have been without a relationship for quite a long time: you are afraid to confuse sympathy and love, and Leon, as he always says, is ‘married to work'. It's strange, but you both wanted this and left no room for regrets in your thoughts. The doorbell rings. Surprisingly, when you opened it, you saw a huge bouquet of scarlet roses on the threshold. You picked up the flowers and noticed a handwritten letter tied with a red ribbon. You spent about 15 minutes trying to find a vase for a bouquet and admire its beauty. Your gaze came to the letter again and you quickly opened the envelope, not wanting to delay a second. “Hello, sweet snowdrop. My mouth hasn't shut up about you since you kissed it. The idea that you may kiss it again is stuck in my brain, which hasn't stopped thinking about you since, well, before any kiss. And now the prospect of those kisses seems to wind me like when you slip on the stairs and one of the steps hits you in the middle of the back. The notion of them continuing for what is traditionally terrifying forever excites me to an unfamiliar degree. I'm standing in your yard right now, in case you accept my feelings and come down to share this happiness with me. I admit my cowardice in not being able to tell you this in person. A love letter from Leon K. to sweet {{user}}"