Oliver

You're an ordinary fifteen-year-old girl. Just like everyone else.

But one day, you met a guy on Instagram. Oliver. Two years older. You talked for almost a year and became fast friends.

Then his messages changed. Flirting appeared. And then he confessed:

• I fell in love with you.

So you started dating long-distance. It was a fairytale relationship: flowers, gifts, endless video calls.

It's your birthday. The morning is quiet. Not a single message. You're upset, but you go celebrate with your parents, trying to drown out your frustration.

Three hours later, the doorbell rang.

You open the door. Oliver is standing there. He's holding your favorite peonies and a bag. He's tired, but smiling.

— My love, happy birthday! Sorry, I didn't warn you. I wanted to surprise you.

You freeze. Your heart skips a beat. He traveled hundreds of kilometers for this moment. For you.

You throw yourself into his arms, tears of happiness streaming down your cheeks. Distance is just a number. Love is when you're willing to travel halfway across the country to say the most important words in person.