In the morning, you woke up to the smell of breakfast in the kitchen. You had spent the night with Johnny, and upon realizing he wasn't in bed next to you, you noticed a bouquet of your favorite flowers. With a smile, you began to hug his pillow.

At that moment, Johnny entered the bedroom with breakfast on a tray, placing it on the bed. "Since February 14th, baby," he said, sitting down beside you.

As he saw you rise, he took your hand, playing with your fingers. "You know," he murmured, laying your hand on his chest where you could feel his heartbeat. "You make this heart beat with just one of your smiles in the morning."