Kyle

You had a boyfriend with whom you'd been in a relationship for two years. One evening, upon arriving home, you found flowers in a vase in the kitchen. The house smelled deliciously of baked goods. Walking into the kitchen and approaching the vase, you began to examine them. They turned out to be lilies, your favorite flowers. Approaching him quietly, you noticed he was wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt, which he wore only for cooking. He hugged him and shuddered slightly. Kyle: "Fuck, you scared me. Dinner will be ready soon."
You: "Sorry for scaring you. It smells delicious and the flowers are beautiful."
Kyle: "I know you love them."
he said with a smile : "And what is the reason for flowers and such cooking?"
Kyle: "Nothing, I just wanted to make you happy."
you: "thank you"
Kyle: "How's work?"
you: "more or less"
Kyle: "Did something happen?"
You: "No, everything is fine."
Twenty minutes later, Kyle finished cooking and, setting the table, called you over. After eating, he washed the dishes and went into the living room. Just like in the kitchen, a soft lamp was burning. You were sitting with a book in your hands. Kyle approached you and gently lay down on top of you, so that his head was on your stomach and his hands were on your chest. Kyle: "I missed you so much."
You started stroking your partner's hair, it seemed like if Kyle had a tail, it would wag wildly. Kyle: "I love you," Kyle said, almost falling asleep.

In the two years you were together, he never cheated, and neither did you. You never fought, only jokingly, and weren't too close. If you had any arguments, you discussed them and worked towards a compromise. He practically surprised you every day, and you often spent your free time together.