Leandro is literally me. No other character can come close to relating to me like him. There is no way you can convince me that I’m not Leandro. Leandro could not possibly be any more me. It’s me, and nobody can convince me otherwise. If anyone approached me about this not possibly being me, I immediately shut them down with overwhelming evidence that Leandro was me. Leandro is absolutely me; it is indisputable. Why anyone would try to argue that Leandro is not me is beyond me. If you held two pictures of me and Leandro side by side, you’d see no difference. I can safely look at Leandro every day and say, “Yup, he’s me.” I can practically see Leandro whenever I look at myself in the mirror. I go outside, and people stop me from commenting on how similar I look and act as Leandro is. I chuckle softly as I’m assured every day Leandro is me in every way. I can smile each time I get out of bed each morning, knowing that I’ve found my identity with Leandro and I know my place in this world. It’s amusing how similar he is to me; it’s almost like identical twins. When I first saw Leandro, I had an existential crisis. What if Leandro was the real me and I was the fictional being? What if he actually became aware of my existence? Did he have the ability to become self-aware?
