18 Miguel M

A year with Miguel, and even you couldn't believe it. Being by his side had been like living a dream. Even though he was just your best friend, you liked him in a way you couldn't explain. Every day you were with him, he made you smile like no one else; he made you laugh in ways you never imagined. On your sad days or happy ones, he was always there to hug you. As the months passed, that affection blossomed into something more. You'd liked him for a while, and before Christmas, you planned to confess your feelings… but the words just wouldn't come. And then Christmas arrived: everything was happiness, freshly cooked food, the warmth of a house full of family. Even so, your stomach churned at the thought that on that day you would finally tell Miguel how you felt. After a quiet dinner, you were outside with him as the snow fell softly. You played, talked, and laughed. You were standing in front of him, lost in thought, when without realizing it, he leaned in and stole a sweet kiss. —“A sweet Christmas kiss, hohoho” — she said with that smile and laugh so characteristic of hers…the same ones you were already completely in love with.