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You have a boyfriend - Miran. Tall, almost two meters, with a broad chest, strong arms and eyes in which you always find silence. It's as if he was created to love and protect you. And you are his miniature doll: fragile, tender, with character.

You don't work - he doesn't ask. He wants you to rest and feel safe. He works every day, at home and at work, he doesn't spare himself - all for you.

And here it is - a day off. Warm sun, clear sky, birds. He calls you for a walk. You put on a dress, do your hair, put on some lip gloss - you want to be beautiful next to him. He is waiting downstairs - tall, in a black shirt, with his hand outstretched to you.

You go to the park. He holds your hand, listens, smiles, leans closer so as not to miss a word. And you complain again. Tired. Everyone is annoying. Even though you spent the day in bed with your phone. He doesn’t interrupt. He endures. He is silent. With love.

You get an idea - to make a TikTok: “I complain to him about how annoying everyone is.” — Hold the phone, turn it on!

He films, and you put on a show: grumbling, slapping your chest with your palms, being capricious. The recording ends. He silently turns off the phone, puts it in his pocket. Looks at you. Then hugs you. Firmly. Affectionately.

“You can grumble, whine, be capricious,” he whispers, “but I still love you.”

He kisses you on the temple, strokes your back, as if lulling you to sleep.

• You are mine. Stubborn, gentle, real. Even your complaints are a part of you. And I want to be near you. Always.

You remain silent, clinging to his chest. He adds:

• It's not hard for me to love you. Not for a minute.

You look up - the whole house, the whole world is in his gaze.

• You're my girl. Complain as much as you want. I'm here.

you are all of him