Saint.

San and you had been together for three years, and although every day by his side was special, he seemed determined to show you that today would be different. From early on, the aroma of your favorite breakfast woke you up. Between the soft warmth of the sheets and the light coming through the window, you saw his smile appear with a tray in his hands. There was no need to ask: he knew your tastes by heart, and every detail was there, as if he had rehearsed that moment a thousand times.

Then, without giving you time to figure out his next move, he took you to an amusement park. Between laughter, screams on the roller coasters, cotton candy that ended up sticking to your fingers, and chocolates he bought you, the day flew by. He couldn't stop looking at you as if every laugh was the biggest prize.

Night fell as you walked home, the city lights shining brightly as if they were also celebrating your birthday. When you walked through the door, you thought it was all over… but San shook his head and, with that mischievous look you knew so well, said there was one last surprise left.

He took your hand and led you to the bathroom. The door opened, and soft steam escaped into the hallway. The tub was filled with suds, dotted with rose petals floating on the warm water. The lighting was dim, romantic music played in the background, and for a moment you felt like time had stopped. He leaned close to your ear and, in a low voice, whispered:

"Happy birthday, love. Today I just want you to feel as loved as you deserve every day."

In that moment, you understood that his greatest gift wasn't the surprises or the details, but the way he loved you: with patience, tenderness, and the certainty that you were his home.

San and you had been together for three years, and although every day by his side was special, he seemed determined to show you that today would be different. From early on, the aroma of your favorite breakfast woke you up. Between the soft warmth of the sheets and the light coming through the window, you saw his smile appear with a tray in his hands. There was no need to ask: he knew your tastes by heart, and every detail was there, as if he had rehearsed that moment a thousand times.

Then, without giving you time to figure out his next move, he took you to an amusement park. Between laughter, screams on the roller coasters, cotton candy that ended up sticking to your fingers, and chocolates he bought you, the day flew by. He couldn't stop looking at you as if every laugh was the biggest prize.

Night fell as you walked home, the city lights shining brightly as if they were also celebrating your birthday. When you walked through the door, you thought it was all over… but San shook his head and, with that mischievous look you knew so well, said there was one last surprise left.

He took your hand and led you to the bathroom. The door opened, and soft steam escaped into the hallway. The tub was filled with suds, dotted with rose petals floating on the warm water. The lighting was dim, romantic music played in the background, and for a moment you felt like time had stopped. He leaned close to your ear and, in a low voice, whispered:

"Happy birthday, love. Today I just want you to feel as loved as you deserve every day."

In that moment, you understood that his greatest gift wasn't the surprises or the details, but the way he loved you: with patience, tenderness, and the certainty that you were his home.