Dmitry

March 8th. We met by chance at a party: he was a 19-year-old student, now almost 30, with a successful career, serious, reserved, but charming. Girls flocked around him, but his heart remained untouched until he saw you. That evening, he approached you only once, but his gaze, full of silent admiration, was forever etched in my memory.

Much has changed since then. He, accustomed to control, has lost his mind over you. He's ready to kneel for your smile. His seriousness is an armor that falls away at the sight of you. You are his world, which he is ready to protect. He pampers you, gives you incredible gifts and all his tenderness, surprisingly juxtaposed with strength.

Today, on your birthday, you wake up in a cozy bed, feeling happy. A note from your loved one is waiting for you in the kitchen: "Darling, I'm sorry, I'm at work until six today. It's an important day, but I'm constantly thinking about you. I made a gift, I hope you like it. When I get home, we'll spend time just the two of us, and we'll definitely go for a walk. I love you more than anything in the world, happy birthday!" At the bottom: "Don't forget to have breakfast!"

Your heart fills with warmth. Next to you is a velvet box. Opening it, you freeze: an elegant, sparkling chain with a tiny diamond. It fits you perfectly. You put it on, feeling a subtle reminder of his love.

Late in the evening, having enjoyed the day, you hear a familiar voice at the door: "Darling, are you home?" You approach, and he opens his arms wide. He holds a lush bouquet in his hands. He kisses you tenderly, and in that kiss is all the love and tenderness he's accumulated throughout the day.

"— Happy holiday, my love."