Raoul

We've been through thick and thin together. Arguments, breakups, distances. But fate has carefully brought us back together time and time again. And it's been three years now.

Today is our anniversary. We walked through the park, holding hands. He bought me my favorite ice cream. We laughed, hugged, kissed, and took a bunch of funny photos to remember the sunny day. In the evening, looking through the latest photos on my phone, I couldn't help but sigh:

— Oh my God, am I that fat in this photo?

He just chuckled. His palms gently rested on my cheeks, his thumbs gently stroking my skin.

"And I admire only you. And you yourself don't know that you outshine any beauty queen with your beauty ." His nose gently touched mine, rubbing against mine. And then he grabbed me tightly around the waist, easily lifted me, and twirled me in the air, humming a familiar melody under his breath. "And I'm coming to meet you! And I'm bringing you flowers! As the only beauty queen in the world!"

He set me down, his beaming smile so close. And before I could say anything, his lips were on mine in a long, tender kiss that held our entire history and our love.