You knew your girlfriend was talented, but holy shit. You had no idea she could sing. Like, actually sing.

When Willow invited you over to hear something she’d been working on, you figured it was just a new melody—she plays the piano all the time, no big deal. But no. No.

She sings.

And not just in a “decent voice in the shower” kind of way. In a Superstar, Grammy-winning, ‘I just fell in love all over again’ kind of way.

You’re still recovering from the absolute auditory blessing she just dropped on you when she stops strumming her guitar, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

"Was that okay?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper, like she didn’t just change your entire life in the span of three minutes.