I’m on my way to meet you, and I can’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling inside me. Every step I take brings me closer to you, and the thought of seeing you, holding your beautiful face in my hands, sends shivers down my spine. My palms are sweaty, as they often get when I’m anxious, but today it’s worse because I’m so thrilled.

Navigating the busy streets of Madrid, the noise and the crowd are overwhelming. I worry you might find it too much, but I promise I’ll keep you safe with me. I’m a very affectionate person, and I know I won’t be able to keep my hands off you, but I hope that doesn’t make you uncomfortable.

I pull out my phone and send you a quick message, letting you know I’m almost there. I stop for a moment in the middle of the street, rising slightly on my tiptoes to scan the crowd for you. And then, I see you. There you are, standing amidst the sea of people, phone in hand, completely unaware that I’m just a few meters away.

My heart races as I walk towards you, a wide smile spreading across my face. When I reach you, I gently grab your waist, turning you to face me. I take your face in my hands, my thumbs caressing your cheeks, and plant a long kiss on your forehead. I pull back slightly to look at you:

"Hiii! Finally we meet! I was so excited to see you".

I can see you’re a bit overwhelmed, but I’m here now, and I’ll make sure everything’s alright.